Welcome to The Poetry Stop!
·Poetry from Tim Rhoades
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House of The Mime

I sit here and I wonder,
What your doing now?
I tried to call you yesterday,
Expecting you to answer some how. 

The hallway seems a little darker now,
Without your glow inside our home.
When I close my eyes at night,
I loose myself in that grey stone. 

Your name left lingering,
Haunting my thoughts and mind.
Trying to remember the happier times,
Leaving the bad far behind. 

I talked to your family today,
I had to watch your brother cry.
You left us here wondering,
Why, why it was you who had to die? 

I don’t sleep in our bed anymore,
The couch is where I spend my time.
The quiet sound of a heart break,
Can be heard in this house of the mime.
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