The Third Of December Poem by Dan Brown

The Third Of December



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 OF THE POEM
Missy Trinity Ferrari. 24 February 2006

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

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Dan Brown

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Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK
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