The Man Down The Hall

Shoes polished, Pointed left inside of daddies room Where I would hide. There where few would moan and And fewer were the words I understood. Clapping hands, That led me off to sleep where I would dream About a key, I could posses. Chocolate chip vanilla skin each night It was the same to be possessed. Do not be confused with all the noise, That was not heard and the silence was so loud That I would quiver and I'd shake. Daddies shoes polished pointing left outside My room. Roaming was a hand, Over bushes without leaves in a forest I could Feel about the tree's. Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018