Dan Brown

Rookie (20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)

The Third Of December - Poem by Dan Brown

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Screaming.
Shouting.
Swearing.
An air of hysteria.
I hear a crash.
I curl up in bed,
ever the frightened
Child,
as I go downstairs the
Man.
A phone call, and lights flash in the
Dark.
Illuminating the goldfish bowl.
He’s gone.
I take
Charge.
Holding her off.
Talking calmly.
It’s over now.
It’s over now.


Comments about The Third Of December by Dan Brown

  • Rookie Missy Trinity Ferrari. (2/24/2006 11:09:00 PM)

    ., ..... im speechless
    confused, lost
    and dazed
    and yet
    slightly, wierdly
    im... Amazed
    Great Poem Dan

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 4, 2006



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