the tears are quiet
behind locked doors
and the screams are silent
in the hall
there’s a masked man waiting
in your room
and a tank full of destinations
out in the drive
the lonely soul stays
in your chest
and the cheerful child is hiding
in the closet
the young woman waits
in the lobby
and death lurks
behind the patterned curtain
none of them make a sound
Author notes
Written October 7th, 2006
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I think your author comment should be a part of the poem. It sums it up so perfectly...
Very good poem though, I liked the visual images it brought to mind for me.
Amie
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