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 © Edmund Siejka | Year Posted 2009
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