Friday, July 23, 2010

After the Police Left.

In the hidden darkness
awaits,
a pain
I’m afraid to face.

I hear it scream,
and scream and scream.

Primal. Horrified.
It screams on.

In the dark, there is no
silence.
In silence the darkness awaits.

I am chilled, frozen still
as  I hear the horror.

It awaits me in the dark,
in the day, in the quiet,
in the noise; it waits.

It is so cold.
I am screaming.

 

Written: Oct 11. 1999