Theres a static in the air,
a charge or current, a smell
that makes you back away,
then blocks your entrance,
a moment of silence, filled
with tears and dust, a pause
on a time peace, filled with
broken and dented parts,
a hit on the vien, a fall to the
floor, a walk in the darkness,
until your brave enough to open
the door
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-and-dented-parts/
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