THE WRETCHED ONE
Someone knocked upon the door of my old house
Shouted through the hinges something I should know
All that night I lay awake and wondered who
Staring up and through
And back at me below.
Someone knocked upon the door of my old house
Mirror mirror on the ceiling where you hang
Bolted to the rafters looking down on me
Angry as the sea
In boiling blue harangue.
Someone knocked upon the door of my old house
Latched and locked and hammered shut with ragged nails
No one must attempt to breach the wall I've built
Quench my awful wails
And pry away my guilt.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #11
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Sunday, November 7, 2010
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