The Man Down The Hall Poem by James McLain

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