Zerbricht Posted October 14, 2008 Share Posted October 14, 2008 I posted this for another reason, but I'm curious to see what others think of it as a poem. The night is long and cold. Streetlights cast their light into this road, but give no warm to it. I stand alone in the middle of this street in between two homes. One has a troubled look to it, but also welcoming, and warm, and new. The other gives off a foreboding aura, and feels cold. The first has its door wide open, while the other is boarded shut. I can not make up my mind as to which house to go to. So there I stand; on this long and cold night. From the first home comes a hand that beckons me to come. The second, shows no such signs, but remains adamant, and cold towards me. So there I stand, torn between two homes, on a long and cold night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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