Feb 01
poem 0 comments challenge: 4Photos

All the Children

To all the children in this ancient house
Where did you go?
Have you hidden inside your dusty books 
And waited to be found?
Or perhaps you are just beyond the doorway
Peeking out only seconds after the flash of light filled your home.
Sunlight illuminates the ivy strands
That fall like spider webs across your house
And chipped paint peels off the wall
And falls onto the cracked floor.
Your secrets await in the darkness 
But my eyes fail to find anything there.
All the children have disapeared but their laughter hangs in the air.

About the Author: LadyMidnight
"There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemmingway