Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Disaster At The Doors

Hear the footsteps?
climbing the stairs
lost the hideaway
to the next coward
cluttered jealousies
a sense of none
cliched flashbacks
shall always find a way
safely secure
behind rhymes
and reasons
if you live a lie
live a better one
though you've grown
remain as confused
as the little boy
who feared his secrets
did the unthinkable
looking over his shoulders
to make sure
still trying to keep out
the disaster at the doors

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