Mad Gone

Rookie (Date escapes me! / Belfast)

All Is Still Throughout The House. - Poem by Mad Gone

All is still throughout the house,
Nothing is stirring, not even a mouse.
With nobody here, and someone there,
How I dread the squeak upon the stair.

Gulliver’s travels played out in games,
But sush! child never mention no names.
While roles routinely reversed in middle age,
How I wish I could have first earned my wage.

Silent ears that fear to hear,
Closed eyes, sheltered for another year.
The cart unturned, now filled with louse,
But all is still throughout the house.

Sacrifices made with childish logic,
As if the slate now cleaned by magic.
Hide beneath your silly manners,
Conceal away those hurtful banners.

Till one day the triggers coiled,
Hang out the washing, now it’s soiled
Gasps of disbelieve, the common sigh,
Sure, did they not all but know, they lied.

Now you have had your little say,
Wind it up, and put it safely to its bed.
Remember, just how lucky you are,
Look at those who failed to get this far!

Sure, look at all your blessings,
While, attending all those sessions.
Rehearse the criminal part once again,
While try with all your might to stay their sane!

Repercussions widen and still vibrate,
Our justice came, but much too late.
With no flames to further douse,
All is still throughout the house?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010



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