Sifting through the memories and finding closed doors
Pictures on the walls black shag carpet on the floor
Unfamiliar images all within the frames
Laughing and smiling kids all playing reindeer games
Suddenly pictures slide melting into the shag
Watch a distorted face grab slipping and screaming tag
The black shag carpet laughs absorbing the glad scenes
Frame by frame pictures destroyed gone in to smithereens
New pictures blend in now solitary child weeps
Tearing up my bed clothes no longer wanting sleep
The black shag grabs my feet pulling me in the floor
A last gasp going under a new child at the doors
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 