Friday, February 5, 2016

And the Doorbell Rang: A Poem

And the Doorbell Rang
P. Schultz

And the doorbell rang.
It was late that night
You lay awake, all but inert,  
Unmoving in your innocence.

And the doorbell rang
A mother screamed.
Later to appear to say,
Through her tears, “I’m so sorry for you.”

And the doorbell rang
And tho’ you knew it not
You had entered a place, been interred
In a world you knew not.

And the casket was closed,
Its contents obscene.
Not be viewed or ever seen, confirming it
Was a world where you’d never been.

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