Quiet NightA Poem by LuxFallsAn echo called to me last night At first I thought it was the cat but he was curled up and sound asleep So I went to the window that held the moon full and bright And waited. And waited a bit more, But nothing, not even a peep. I went to sit back down at my desk to attempt a poem But this time I heard a moan Was it a moan? Maybe something more like a groan, So I padded back over to the window with the moon high and bright. That’s where I saw him. He had dragged himself from the park Limping with his broken arm draped over his chest, covering his heart. I walked over to the cat, stroked his long, warm fur. Then grabbed my shovel and went downstairs To finish what I started. © 2017 LuxFalls |
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Added on February 6, 2017 Last Updated on February 6, 2017 Tags: PROSE, POETRY, MACABRE, DARK POETRY, TWIST, HORROR, HORROR POETRY, SHORT STORY, DEATH POEM AuthorLuxFallsAustraliaAboutI throw around words and try to make some sort of sense I try to be personal without saying who I am. more..Writing
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