Old Man Jonah
The tail upon the broken glass
darkness surrounds a haunted soul
An eclipse rents the stolen mans home
trauma engulfs the woodpile homes
webs coat the wooden pine wood
crawlers inhabit the deserted home
the tale of death screams on the door
dark walls with illusions of fear
silhouettes is seen by the corridors
the old man warns with just a whisper
death defines the fire hazed home
tragic event left all inside ablaze
Morning rays blister upon the windows
meals are hot meat served on wood
the day he dares not to remember
heart almost platinum gem encrusted
he seeks no time to get counsel
but seeks reprieve instilling fear
He sits and stares into the sun set
pipe on his lip as he sings a tune
Woodpile is sorry for his loss and family
he sheds no tear and covers no tear
he burns inside Mr Old man Jonah
History of woodpile family fire
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2013
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