Jonathan Lecroy Poet I do not know?

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 October 12, 2009 at 1:28 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 October 10, 2009 at 5:20 PM I enjoyed reading your awesome poetry today. Thank you Jonathan. I hope you have a wonderful fun filled weekend. Love, Carol

Jonathan Lecroy October 9, 2009 at 7:49 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 October 9, 2009 at 7:41 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