THE TERRORS OF THE NIGHT
The night comes , birds fall silent ,T V , radio , HI FI turned on ,
There sound keeping the silence ,
At bay,
The time arrives with hope of sleep ,
We lay down , then the fears of the morrow ,
Chinese whispers in our heads sound clear ,
As if the voice of the pending morrow is close ,
To our ears ,
The whispers of the days events work in our heard,
Fears of what the posty will bring , house to be reprocesst ,
Leckey , gas , phon , water bill's , over draft debt ,
All in the coming morrows post ,
The days casualty's in Afghanistan and Iraq ,
News reports of the latest dead arriving home ,
Aye , the terrors of the night.
The Dyslixic Poet Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2009-07-14 at 18:59
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