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the sounds of the night

I hear the sound of thunder

yet it is not raining

I hear the sound of shouting

yet it is not for joy

I hear the sound of bells ringing

yet it is not from the church

I hear the sound of desperate prayers

yet it is not Sunday

I hear the sound of rushing footsteps

yet they are not here to save me

they are here to take me.

night

Comments

Lady Denyse

Sat 9th Jan 2016 19:11

Sounds as if you have had incessant nightmares?

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Adam Whitworth

Sat 9th Jan 2016 18:46

Nicely done.

The night has a lot of wonderful sounds too that would be drowned-out by daytime sounds, but that's another poem.

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