Tenant Fourteen

Enter apartment, ready to paint Open the door and empty it ain't Apartment not empty or unoccupied Furniture everywhere someone has lied Previous day, nineteen ninety five Parked rented truck ready to drive One single woman packing in haste Filled to the top no room to waste Unable to paint let one week pass Return to the job no sign of the lass Full of furniture time has stood still Come back next week right now just chill This is week two job is in doubt Landlord orders furniture out Donates items to new family in wait Family from Haiti in need of the freight Now it's all empty jobs good to go Where is the lass no one does know Prepare for the plaster and ready to paint Soft knock on a door interruption was faint Open the door elder man does request All of the furniture now he is stressed Landlord explains this tenant has fled Weeks have passed no word was said Father of daughter explains in strife Daughter no longer has taken her life Behind was left a husband, two sons Heavy the burden weight in the tons While loading the van can anyone know? That she was thinking which way to go Confusing the conflict inside her mind All of them mingled and intertwined Continue to paint apartment fourteen Woman who left this worldly scene Pondering heavy could words have been said If they were? would be here instead? Who's to know the outcome for sure Only one fact she could not endure Thoughts of her family are on my mind Find the time show goodwill be kind
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dillenbeck Avatar
August 9, 2016 at 9:56 AM
Wow! wow... wow. I actually don't like what you write for contests as much as I like this, which comes from a deeper place. With much appreciation. Gerald Oliver
Kent Avatar
August 19, 2016 at 11:16 PM
Thanks Gerald, I write on impulse so what's written is instantaneous. This by the way is a true story.
De Burca Avatar
July 25, 2016 at 7:03 PM
What a wonderful poem. You really deserve to be read by many more on here. You should also enter the contests as your poems are first rate.
Kent Avatar
July 25, 2016 at 8:14 PM
Kind words SDB, thank you
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