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| The Vagrant's Hideaway Poetry |
| In a town where silence haunts the wind And every decision you cannot rescind Watch your shadow for it shall lurk Amongst the blizzard of snow and murk And when it is you feel at ease Stay aware or your heart will seize On the edge you must always be To protect your dearest family VAGRANT'S HIDEAWAY ...Run |
| GREGORY Through mystery as thick as this winter, I seek answers. With one eye always on my back And one arm around my family, While contending with fear, I try to reserve at least one eye for reason, And one arm to ward off danger. Silence haunts me the most. A constant reminder of our isolation; That feeling which crawls over my skin And fills that void with loud emotion. Every waking moment, I sense our lives chased by the unseen. The answer most sought Is the detail most unwanted: What happened in this town? Have I lost my mind? I see such vivid nightmares While Liz and Harm see nothing! I feel so helpless Yet always alert; My head over my shoulder, Wondering what it was I just heard. In this town, I'm finding out, Nothing makes sense. Survival - but a mere hypothesis; No certainty. Yet, I must remain the confident one, For I will not put my loved ones Through my torture. Vagrant's Hideaway Wretch of dream! If only it were... |
| ELIZABETH I'm glad he's with me. Harmony, too, Though, I wish her miles away; Vagrant's Hideaway, Her innocence deserving nothing of this. Without Greg I would surely be a puddle on the floor. So hard to close my eyes at night. Weary but too wary. Yet tougher to rest my ears; Voices in the dark. He may not act it But I'm as scared as he. And, Harmony, What could be zooming through your mind? My little darling. A blurry, white dream by day. So much snow! Gentle at times, Termagent when it wants to be; It's like we're being trapped in. At night Dreams descend to the depths of nightmares. Where there was tension before, Despair now dwells. Cold, black, still. The sound of our breath Shatters the quiet. Lucky to make it into bed? Lucky to find a dawn to greet us... |
| YOUNG HARMONY Not so bad; (Despite no good food Despite being much too cold.) Tell my parents. Tension so thick, one could suffocate. Gasping Yelling Crying Shrieking But this is a vaction! Best part is the silence; (Which seems to drive them mad.) So relaxing. I'll never understand, Vagrant's Hideaway What a trip! It's like the town is ours. |
| HARMONY 22 years And running, Possibly from my past. I no longer remember (Or never knew) Why so compelled to return here now? Vagrant's Hideaway Shrouded in a haze. So many questions I need to know. I feel myself as a thread In a most enigmatic embroidery, Barely hanging on Yet so vital for completion. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, I'm at your altar. |
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