THE WINDOW

Alley dark
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She peeks through the curtain.

Of this I am certain,

she knows nothing of fear

as I draw myself near.

A smile is on her face

as I quicken my pace.

The window grows dark

but she left her mark.

I know which room she does live in.

It must be tidy as a pin.

Her dark eyes have beseeched me.

I know she will complete me.

I just have to summon the courage

before my heart goes back to storage.

We belong together as one.

I won’t stop until I have won.

I raise my hand to the door.

My tears are ready to pour.

I won’t step away.

I’ve come to here stay.

WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?

 

CNV00025 Thames footpath (by jim sedgley)

 

WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?

There were people here.

Women pushing strollers.

Joggers flying by.

Tourists with cameras.

Where did they go?

Take a peek inside.

Inside the tunnel.

You’ll find them all.

Lined up like packages.

Happy Birthday!

 

 

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DANGLING HORROR

DANGLING HORROR

It dangles before me.

A horror to be felt.

All consuming.

Almost tasted.

Walls closing in.

Becoming a coffin.

My fears circle round.

Waiting to be unleashed.

Darkness holds me in place.

Stiff as a corpse.

A tiny dot of light.

Showing me the way.

A peek at my tormentor.

A glimpse of hell.