hugman1962

From The Inside * Hollow walls with no pictures An echo for the screams A book without the pages Not knowing what it means * Upon the bed there are no covers Yet inside there is a chill A room not like the others Held against your will * A nice warm leather jacket That ties behind your back Binds to keep you quiet Before the final attack * Deep within the building You hear the spooky sounds Of a hundred silent voices With no one around * They dine at an oaken table Their guests become the feast So many wayward strangers Fall victim to the beast * One last chance to break to freedom A chance to be alive Run while y

Spinning Yarns and Fables * The Old Man nodded his head To the children all around Each one sat there quietly On their blankets on the ground * He spoke of times so long ago Before everything had changed Characters that filled his life And each one had a name * He told of fast wild ponies Days from the old wild west Struggles of his childhood When he had tried his best * He spoke of fallen soldiers In a land so far away Scars that hurt his soul That he still wears today * You could have heard a pin drop Amongst the quiet hush He told each story at his pace There was no need to rush * You could see the age within his

Cover Me * When the sun sets And my day is done I look for you The only one Caress my soul My heartaches erase With one simple smile From your beautiful face * When I feel cold And less of a man You reach for me With outstretched hands Embracing me Taking me in And my walls tumble Like some lost friend * It is here I rest And here I lay Troubles depart Tears roll away My eyes may close But still I see With a blanket of love You __ Cover Me