Dolls In The AtticA Poem by Tom Friel
Dolls in the attic
Rocking chairs that move
Old records begin to play
Creaky stairs, dogs that fight
A farmer bailing hay
Candles in the air
A full-length mirror
You know, someone’s near
A chandelier, a treasure chest
Old letters bring a tear
A dried corsage, a wedding dress
A tuxedo stained with beer
Mischievous deeds, angry thoughts
Time has stopped for someone here
Eerie lights, cats that hide
You know, someone’s near
Worn out jeans, broken screens
Acres painted in shades of green
A soul still clinging, softly singing
Bible hymns from a worn out swing
A rusty gate, a hellish wait
Skies above filled with tears
A moonless night, an endless plight
You know, someone’s near
A broken vase, ones fall from grace
Silence is the scream
Hungry eyes, woeful cries
The dinner bell suddenly rings
Rotted pies, death has lied
You know I've had my fill Here I am, where are you?
My love for you is still © 2008 Tom Friel |
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