Charles M. Moore

Rookie (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

In The Town Called Apprehension - Poem by Charles M. Moore

In the town called Apprehension
where the timid care to stay
there aren't any windows
and the days are always grey
there's a woman who would meet you
but she's lost touch with the scene
so she lives in isolation
with a diary full of dreams

Her friends are quite exclusive
she can trust them anyway
but the dogs that seek attention
travel to her door each day
she can sometimes hear them howling
prowling, scratching at her skin
but the doors are always bolted
when the darkness closes in

She thought she'd change her lifstyle once
and went to a hotel
but she didn't like the coffee
and she didn't like the smell
and the way the men would look at her
when she was on her own
so she packed her bags and memories
and made her way back home

You know she really loves you
but she's trying to play it smart
she doesn 't want to tell you
in case it breaks her heart
or maybe she's afraid
because of things that she's been through
so she hides behind the curtains
in the room without a view.


Comments about In The Town Called Apprehension by Charles M. Moore

  • Rookie Will Barber (6/17/2007 2:56:00 AM)

    A very touching story. You have a genius for the narrative poetic form. - Will (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 9, 2011


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