Musings by The Poet Loriet
After Visiting Hours
Rain continues trickling
down the glass panes
as my crocodile tears
document my despair.
My picturesque smile
becomes your focus.
You disavow my sadness
as frivolous deceit.
Sunshine tries to peek
through black thunder clouds.
It makes a travesty
out of my very real pain.
I close the curtains on hope.
It's not welcome today.
Nobody's home.
Slide a rainbow
under my door.
I'll sign for it
when I'm ready.
Grant me clemency,
Father Time,
and lock the door
when you leave.
I need to be alone.
Lori Beal
down the glass panes
as my crocodile tears
document my despair.
My picturesque smile
becomes your focus.
You disavow my sadness
as frivolous deceit.
Sunshine tries to peek
through black thunder clouds.
It makes a travesty
out of my very real pain.
I close the curtains on hope.
It's not welcome today.
Nobody's home.
Slide a rainbow
under my door.
I'll sign for it
when I'm ready.
Grant me clemency,
Father Time,
and lock the door
when you leave.
I need to be alone.
Lori Beal
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After Visiting Hours
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