FLICKER
The
broken lights flicker
In the run-down hallway
Of the imposing, dismal flats on the horizon.
While all this time
I am safe in my comfort with you.
The place is magic,
I have grown to love
It's urgent secrecy.
All is quiet.
A lonely cat crosses my street.
the whole town sleeps while I look on.
The heavy, slumbering rain clouds gathering
Over the rooftops make the air seem thick,
Fuzzy.
I can feel something growing inside,
Behind lies, hidden deep and blind.
Poignant, hostile and agonizing, yet
At the same time poetic and elegant.
And my anger lives within you.
---Claire E. Lane