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That Night

Poetry By: hillaryanne
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Just a lonely man who sees a figure in the rain.


Submitted:Apr 24, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


He was sitting on the couch that night
That night he was on the couch
His aunts and his uncles and sisters were gone
And he had nobody now

He softly looked out the window that night
That night he looked out the window
And when he looked he was all alone
And the rain was drizzling slow

He saw a shadow through the fog that night
That night he saw a shadow
An eerie figure of a tall woman
So to the shadow he would go

He put on his coat that night
That night he put on his coat
He put on his boots and gloves that night
He would no longer be alone

He opened up the door that night
That night he opened the door
He looked out right to the shadow
His feet on a creeky floor

He went into the cold that night
That night he was in the cold
So he wouldn"t be alone anymore
No more a lonesome soul

He walked towards that figure that night
That night he walked towards the figure
But the closer he walked, the farther it got
Yet he still walked through the winter

His boots sloshed through the mud that night
That night he sloshed through the mud
To find the figure of the woman
He would give up all his blood

It led him to the graveyard that night
That night he went to the graveyard
The graveyard where his family lay
Their bodies burned and charred

The figure disappeared that night
That night it disappeared
When he went to the graveyard
He shed a million tears

He lay by his family that night
That night, that's where he lay
And he passed away that night
A deathly figure in the rain





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