Penuel
My dad keeps the lights on.
I love the sound of helicopters,
flying along their patrol routes:
Back and forth,
back and forth;
Sirens blaring at the edge of awareness,
I hope they aren't coming for me:
We are calm,
you stay calm;
Rifle rounds fired in the distance,
mowing the lawn twice a week:
Back and forth,
back and forth;
My dad keeps the lights on.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
