Jul 13, 2007
inside their closets - who's coming out
to listen and look for those little voices,
those pleas for time passed on
from generation to generation
into the silence assailing every parent's fear.
The blood's back streets and alleyways
lead into their closets, where later
they will find the shadows
of their children
playing hide and seek.
[this was a free write in gotpoetry.com's tag-team-poem project where one posts a poem and the next poster in the topic has to start the next poem with the last line of the previous poem...and so on, and so on... in short, the first line isn't mine hehe]
Labels: death, gotpoetry, poetry, tag-team
