Home AloneA Poem by CitrtgoW8P
The trees scream at the edge of the lawn.
The doors are all locked from the inside, outside The yards are covered in gasoline. A silent patience. The mailbox is always full of hope for pieces of good news. The house is empty, no one's coming home. The sound of footsteps from upstairs Slowly trace through the rooms. A light shines through a window down the street And a familiar silhouette breaks from the dark. I smile in admiration Of such an act of rebellion. But only for a moment Before it is reabsorbed. The street returns to its darkened state, And the world falls back into place. So I lie down and close my eyes And try to imagine.
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Added on December 28, 2011 Last Updated on December 28, 2011 |