Nightfall
It's ok to cry
If you feel dead inside
And you have run out of hiding places
That can lift and warm your pride
From the swings and slides
That use to be fairground rides
Way back when you where 10
And you believed in bogeymen
It's lonely on the naughty step
Without someone to tell you
Or protected you
From that what which
Lies beyond the comfort of home
And destiny and fate
The question of whether its to late
Time will tell and only know
As along we go the path and crossroad
We follow in hope
Like soap dangling from a threadbare rope
At best to cope or knot a hangman noose
To stretch around one's neck
And the vultures to peck
The bones and brittle flesh
We laid to rest
In the jailed nest
We created for ourselves
Because we somehow got lost along the way
And could not make it back
Before night fell
Welcome inside the human mind
A life sentence prison hell
On which to dwell
The photo albums of missing youth
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018
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