Monotony II

For some odd reason i really like this poem (which probably means that it stinks). The title is stolen from a Langston Hughes poem - i would occasionally steal titles from songs or other poems and then put a 2 after it.



The faucet-drip, drip, drip.
The screen door flaps with a CLANG!
The wind howls through the window on a stormy night
With a resounding WHOOSH!

Drip, drip, drip          CLANG!
Drip, drip, drip          CLANG!
Whoosh.....

And there he lies
On his bed,
Alone,
With the beating of his heart.
Thump, thump, thump.

Drip, drip, drip          Thump!
CLANG!  CLANG!    	  Thump!
Whoosh.....               Thump!

Monotony is creeping in;
Loneliness surrounds his heart.
Attacks it.
Stops it.

Drip, drip, drip          CLANG!
Drip, drip, drip          CLANG!
Whoosh.....

Knock, knock, knock.....
She waits.
Knock, knock, knock.....
It has been so long.

Her heart beats.
Thump, thump, thump.

Knock.....                  Thump!
Knock.....                  Thump!
Knock.....                  Thump!

The sound echoes throughout the house,
But there is no one to hear.
Click, click, click-her heels on the sidewalk
As she leaves,
Again.

Drip, drip, drip          CLANG!
Drip, drip, drip          CLANG!
Whoosh.....

The cold wind rushes once more.
Whoosh.....
The body is already cold.
The water freezes.
The door locks.

Whoosh.....
The wind carries off another soul,
And remains.




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