Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

chewed (Remove filter)

Bad Things Happen At Night

it felt off-colour from the start

somehow cold sad and needy

I was on my emotional uppers

long-time alone and seedy

 

bad things can happen at night

the dark covers a litany of pain

out there lurk glib wrong-doers

from stalkers to the sons of Cain

 

lured by your knowing eyes

I should have known better

rain was falling like stair-rods

my feet were getting wet...

Read and leave comments (0)

bad thingsnightsons of Cainchewedlickdoberman pinscher

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message