This one is for the bonesA Poem by J.L HunterSitting here on the bones
Hollow eyes blankly stare
Though mindless they seem to be
Their restless thoughts fill the air.
Lying here amongst the bones
I hear the chatter, and a clattering
Though in here I'm all alone I believe I am more or less Though I hear at least
The pitter pattering of little feet
Echo behind the walls of darkness
I think it may perhaps be the bones
Speaking subtle languages
Silent whispering
Muffled sounds through covered bandages.
Helpless cries of mumbled torment pleading…
But they are only bones
Staring with hollow eyes
Inside... Worms and maggots writhe
That clatter, pitter patter tiny skeletal feet
Into the night.
J.L Hunter
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Added on March 22, 2014Last Updated on March 22, 2014 AuthorJ.L HunterPensacola, FLAboutWriter. Father. Lover of cheese. Umbrella salesman. Badger enthusiast. Doorknob. Cup. Also, cigarettes. Lots and lots of cigarettes. And beer. Smoke. Sizzurp drinker. Lemon flavor, never grape. more..Writing
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