Missy Lynn

Rookie (6/30/89 / Toledo Ohio)

Maid - Poem by Missy Lynn

Beyond the night shift
Mornings at noon
And the boredom lies there
You come in, as always
In that room seems there seems to
Lay a different kind of ashtray
In hand new clean sheets
Whiter then the clouds
Of Midwestern sky
Until you realize
Someone still sleeps
Do not disturb sign inside
And sleeping is a man
Who met his fate with
A pistol

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 2, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 4, 2006

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