The Ticking RoomA Poem by Poe Redd
Eyes ticking left, right, to the dusty door
left, right, to the dusty door
Hanging on a handprint that was never there before
Floating down the grimy glass to rest upon the knob
Entering without knocking is a born-to-kill-you sob
Sobbing songs of bleeding screams
Bleeding sobs of singing screams
Come to take her noise away forever-haunted-more
Clutching the ghost to her chest as she walks back out the door
ticking left, right, to the life before
left, right, to the life before
in silence nevermore
© 2012 Poe Redd
Added on March 20, 2012
Last Updated on March 20, 2012
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