Trouble Poem by Adi Cox
Trouble
Trouble
Dosey doors snore and swing.
ascending steps taps footsteps' echo.
Evidently trying to do our jobs
fingers stain white leaved sheets.
Movements are traced, inquisitions
follow us home into dreams' restless sleep.
Imagination bangs its head
on smooth hard walled corridors
and through an endless hapless maze of dreams
lifes dignity screams, in silence.
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