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In the Hall Hands on the Door
Can't sit here like a cornered rat,
I must confront the blood and gore.
It matters not they have a bat,
In the hall hands are on the door.
I flung the door open so mad,
I stumbled for them with a roar.
Oh my goodness it's mom and dad
In the hall their hands on the door.
You might say they have had a few
They just left the Tavern Blue
ŠAugust 1, 2017/ Jerry Pat Bolton
I must confront the blood and gore.
It matters not they have a bat,
In the hall hands are on the door.
I flung the door open so mad,
I stumbled for them with a roar.
Oh my goodness it's mom and dad
In the hall their hands on the door.
You might say they have had a few
They just left the Tavern Blue
ŠAugust 1, 2017/ Jerry Pat Bolton
Published 4th Aug 2017
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Anonymous
5th Aug 2017 3:43am
So you know me Jerry...that being said...the bat, blood and gore tensed me up again...the Mom and Dad revealed has me reading this over again and again...perhaps because I am trying desperately to have there be some other connection other than the possibility of them having held that bat previously, lol and damned if it's not coming to me...your words always leave me pondering and this is just what writing is all about....
xoxo Taryn
xoxo Taryn
5th Aug 2017 4:15am
Taryn, I thank you completely. Sometimes these long-winded poems has a tendency to destruck. I am grateful you hung in. Is this personal, you bet your sweet ass it is.
Anonymous
5th Aug 2017 4:06am
Hey Jerry.........I enjoyed this one the most.......cause to me it was so intense.......then with Mom & Dad built me up thinking murder......I don't know.......have to read it more I think.....LOL!! This is brilliant.......purple luv & hugs xo :)
5th Aug 2017 4:18am
Ahhh . . . flower, thank you mightily for staying with the poem. Sometimes it is difficult to figure things out, even the poet can, at times, even confuse himself.
