Monday, June 6, 2016

SLEEPING DEAD





Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her sad face.
She will haunt my nights.
So will the dead sights.
THE DEAD GAME