Long Lossnight Poems
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There’s a piece of sheetrock in my aunts house.
That’s newer than the rest of the pieces.
It hasn’t experienced the joyful times
The rest of the ceiling has.
I remember the days when life was normal,
Before that orange extension cord came into our lives.
My uncle bought it real cheap at a garage sale.
He said it was a bargain! He loved that extension cord.
Well, that bargain played a savage role that would plaque
The rest of our natural lives in the months that followed.
It was an Autumn morning,
boy, how I love brisk mornings.
I stay up all night just to catch the morning sun.
I’ve always done this, ever since I can remember heck, I guess I always will.
A call came that early morning,
I felt on the inside something was wrong.
It wasn’t normal for our phone to ring so early.
My cousin spent that night tallying up his list of unfortunate events.
I was suppose to spend the night, but I didn’t.
The issues of that day, drove him to take my uncles bargain
and bust the sheetrock from the ceiling.
Diminished
A diminished cemetery lies in the ruins of tombstones..
You can hear the whistle of the wind in mysterious tones..
The rusty gate hangs on its last resource..
The dark rocky path leading through needs reinforced..
Around the old ruins of tombstones grow enormous weeds.
They stretch to the moon as if to satisfy their needs..
The indignant dark fog looks like the passing angel of death..
The wind dies down emancipating its last breath..
The wilted limbs loom over from the weight of the leaves..
In the muggy fetid air starts a disturbing haunting breeze..
Creatures of the dark lurk in the spots of the murky night..
The half moon in the sky looks as if the darkness took a bite..
The eerie night is placid laced with silence.
The peaceful cemetery owns no violence..
Poison ivy fingers its way through a torn down wall..
The howl in the night beckons other calls..
The cemetery holds its subjects in capture..
They wait peacefully for the life thereafter...