Home AloneA Poem by CitrtgoW8P
The trees scream at the edge of the lawn.
The doors are all locked from the inside, outside
The yards are covered in gasoline.
A silent patience.
The mailbox is always full
of hope for pieces of good news.
The house is empty, no one's coming home.
The sound of footsteps from upstairs
Slowly trace through the rooms.
A light shines through a window down the street
And a familiar silhouette breaks from the dark.
I smile in admiration
Of such an act of rebellion.
But only for a moment
Before it is reabsorbed.
The street returns to its darkened state,
And the world falls back into place.
So I lie down and close my eyes
And try to imagine.
© 2011 CitrtgoW8P
Added on December 28, 2011
Last Updated on December 28, 2011