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The Plague!

The night of the living dead....

Bolted doors and boarded windows

Pressing hands, from room to room

Looking for a breech toward entrance

The shallow cracks, that shall allow them in

Into the hallways, within the darkness

Trying to survive, beyond another night

The night that falls, upon every child

Born in the shadows, of these darkened times 

Trapped and afraid, deep inside

These bolted doors and boarded windows

Trying so desperately, their souls, to survive

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              The Plague!

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Colin Mitchell Williams

November 6, 2008 at 10:11 AM

Well John, you asked for my opinion and when asked I respond. I hope that the lengthy tirade is over between us now...and that we can return to reading and writing poetry, which is why we came here to this site in the first place is it not. I bare you no ill will John and I wish you every happiness. "The Plague" "Trapped and afraid, deep inside"... sums up all you so eloquently wrote.

Chitra Lakhera

November 6, 2008 at 3:10 AM

Hello John, such a well described poem here. I felt the horrors of plague within:) Very well penned. Love and blessings, Chitra

Nigel Fawcett

November 6, 2008 at 1:36 AM

Good morning dear John. This reminds me of the village of Eyam, which was a 'Plague Village' near where I used to live in the UK. During the great plague, this christian village chose to shut itself off to prevent other parishes from being infected when plague descended on it in a parcel of cloth from London. 260 souls died but the plague was contained. Love, Nigel