Creaking Sound Poem by tomisin eshton

Creaking Sound



A beginning to an end
A means to live or leave
But what are you leaving
Has the beginning
Come to an end?
Harsh words
Lashed out faster than swords
The heat, the tension
Finally it comes down to
'Use the door'
Long years of friendship
Fun years of relationship.
Hand on handle,
Back to the beginning
Welcome the end.

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