In the Dead of Night
Sometimes in the dead of night
I take fright
Though there are times when I hear
The sound of stillness
I listen to the sounds of illness
The sounds of coughing of a child
As she coughs her life away
No sleep does she have today
As she struggles through another day
The sound of the street
The blaring of the taxi horn
As it delivers its party people
The sound of the church in the morning
As the bell sounds from the steeple
The silence of the ocean
As it laps upon the shore
The sounds of the scream
As the lash hits the open sore
The sounds of the street as the drunk
Falls to the floor
The sounds of the sirens wailing
To find the knife thrown
The body on the bed
Life force failing
The silence of the sun
As it rises to a new dawn
The sounds of a prostitute
As she cries on her bed forlorn
The silence of nature
As the leaves stretch and unfurl
The sounds of the street
Where people die in foetal curl
The silence of the night
Where death stalks the street
The silence of the universe
Where the ends waits for us to meet
Jayc
24th October2004
Author's note
Sorry about this one, I was having a bit of a bad day!
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