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Sinister Dawn

there is a room in a broken home where terror thrives sleeping on knives the walls of this room in the broken home reveal the devil through closed eyes so at night he sits and crys outside the room in the broken home all love is gone and the sun rises on a blackened dawn

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Debbie Guzzi

Date: 10/12/2009 1:28:00 PM

so sad, I've lived in more than one of these. Your verse does rhyme. It has end rhyme. Light & Love

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/10/2009 5:20:00 PM

I enjoyed reading your awesome poetry today. Thank you Jonathan. I hope you have a wonderful fun filled weekend. Love, Carol

Jonathan Lecroy

Date: 10/9/2009 7:49:00 PM

no,i actualy wrote this for a friend,and the conflict was resolved,but thank you for the comment and the concern :-)

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/9/2009 7:41:00 PM

How sad it must be to live in such a "broken home," Jonathan. Many of us have "been there," but it's a place we never wish to see again. If this is how you're feeling now, I hope these hard times end soon. This is a genuinely moving write, Jonathan. Love and blessings, Carolyn