You Were Only Talking...

It's four o'clock in the morning,

No sleep for me this night,

I sit on the cold verandah,

And watch for a chink of light;

The wind howls round about me

The moon's not raised its head,

And you are out there walking,

Walking,

Walking,

And you are out there walking,

When you should have been in bed!

 

I'm shivering in the darkness,

It's colder than the crypt,

The rain that passed right over

Left puddles, where it dripped

My mind sets off to wonder

Why life should be so grim…

You said that you were talking,

Talking,

Talking,

That you were only talking

When I saw you there with him.

 

I questioned you on Monday,

I questioned you, and then,

You said that he was funny,

You'd talk with him again.

I said I didn't like it,

It wasn't right somehow,

But you just sat there sulking

Sulking,

Sulking,

You sat and faced me sulking

With a crease across your brow.

 

You left the house at seven,

You said: 'I won't be late!'

You had to do some shopping

And be with your sister, Kate;

But when I phoned your sister

She said there was no trace,

And now the dawn is breaking

Breaking,

Breaking,

And now the dawn is breaking

Across my tear-lined face.

 

A sudden light at the corner,

I see he's brought you back,

That one last kiss of the morning

Has turned my vision black,

For I am sat in the darkness

Like a statue, frozen, stone,

With a kitchen knife by the awning,

Awning,

Awning,

And I think you'll still be yawning

When I drive the handle home.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

My, what a temper. The narrative is interesting and excites curiosity as the story unfolds, with its creative repetition, style, rhythm and rhyme scheme. I like the transformation of the character and the emotions portrayed by your well-chosen words and natural story-telling tone. The ending has a very strong and effective impact that is excellently, your signature.

[Lorna Lee]

Wow...what a superb ending to a very intriguing write. I found myself immediately engrossed and your prose swept me through flawlessly and delivered me breathlessly to the end.
Dark and daring...I love it!

~Lorna Lee

[Tania Leigh]

The sing-song feel to this due to the repetition of words makes this piece especially creepy, as it implies that the speaker may dwell on the other side of sanity....the casual feel of the very last line strengthens this....a truly disturbing write....excellent!