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Questions In the Night

I can't sleep Around me Are quiet sounds Of the night Ticking of a clock Creaking of the floor Bored I look out from my apartment There is no one on the streets. Hearing a scratching sound I carefully tiptoe across the room So no one will see or hear me Placing my ear against the wall I hear voices Angry voices Hysterical voices Muffled voices Someone is upset They take turns yelling I want to bang on the walls And tell them for Christ sakes It's two am in the morning Why don't you take it outside Or better yet go out and fly a kite. My idea is ridiculous The voices will not go outside In the night And fly a kite They continue arguing Over what I don't know And I wonder Does a loud angry voice Make a quiet voice wrong?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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