A Thought
A car door slams a spoon falls tingling
as it hits the floor
a person shouts a drunken call as
he hit the floor
a tap drips popping your eardrums
a bottle smashes
it hit a dark and dusky tunnel wall
far deep in to the middle of night
the rain falls soaking the nights floor
i will not fall at the wet floor
to hold you again to love you
i will not sleep i will not eat until your resting here with me
the nightwalker
Copyright © Duncan Chappell | Year Posted 2010
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