AFTER HOURS
In the silence of an echo,near the middle of it's eye,
Where all is still and quiet,
Can you scream with all your might,
You never lost what you had,
Because you never had what you lost,
It slipped through your hands,
And there is no one to listen,
In the night you listen,
As the shadows reach out to you,
Wind whispers about the curtains, in the breeze,
It says your all alone, calls out your name,
Your heart hurts so bad,
you want to cry, But you can't,
You tell yourself another lie, Hope it works,
You know it won't, it never does,
Torn between the sheets,
Of an ordinary life,
Torn between the lies,
Without knowing the truth,
Or the reason why............
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX (c)
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