Tom Squires


Door Knob Questions - Poem by Tom Squires

Along in the evening,

A rustling of laughter.

Sometimes we notice,

If we stay there long after.

Faded are paint chips,

Near long unswept corners.

Lying like rubble,

On time's distant borders.

The floor is creaks,

Under my footstep.

As I turn to make it,

Back where I came from.

Sometimes we feel it,

In pain that is fleeting.

The last ray of sunlight..

The heart as it's beating.

Stronger in music,

Bolder in silence.

Keeps me from missing,

The game that we're playing.

I guess I'll be going,

Somewhere with some friends.

We'll make it together,

With all of our own ends.

Just for the moment,

No need to hurry,

Here for the long run.



2016 Tom Squires

Topic(s) of this poem: truth


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Recovery

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 23, 2017


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