COFFEE HOUSE OF THE UNHOLY?
The faces within this place
count years - as they pass by
invictus cries out in the void
and my ears become like a cave
echoing their screams like Hell -
I try to avoid this bedlam - this
torture, but wherever I turn...
there is a barrier blocking me!
Eyes lock with each other
in distant and distinct verbal dialog
which is silent to my ears, and yet
I fear there is a motion lurking here -
festering, just waiting to emerge
upon the unknowing population
I drink my coffee
in silence and look on...In
expectations of what will come
Written by B.R. Walker
Copywriter UK 2011
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