Obnoxious Beat
Midnight thunder upon my head
and I have no place to put my bed
Darkness covers the bereaved sky
And big trucks are rolling by
Cars speeding up and down the haggard street
And the crickets are rebelling in the trees
The owl sits on the broken branch
hooting a miserable song
They watched mighty men scramble around
looking for a passion that has broken down
They hold down their heads in shame
While the base rips its garment in two
and every one slowly drifts away looking confused
The night is not quiet and my soul is on fire
I cannot tell from whence it came
but something is going up in flame
The wind is blowing from East to West
And I am waiting on an unannounced guest
who has all the power to uncover the mess
The day of reckoning is approaching
And the glimmer and glamour is drowning
This night has pierced my troubled soul and
the story starts to unfold
The obnoxious beat echoed through the floor
And the night bore its penalty
While darkness looms over the contentious house
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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