Poet 11586

Cold fear (on the night bus)

Echoes first quiet, a pitch that hounds can barely hear.
Gently coaxing her. "Come now, noone has know, just give in dear."
Blues and redsspinning. Sirens scream.
So much better and yet so much worse
Trying to beg. But no, they're tuned out.
I don't know any other route,
I still can't tell, no voice to shout.
They're all deaf! Please God,open just one ear.