I still don't know what happened to them.
One minute,
they were the loving couple next door,
destined to be happy,
in love for ever more.
Then the fighting began,
night after night,
Endless arguments,
over who was in the right.
Doors were slammed,
screams were heard,
I doubt there was anyone,
not disturbed.
Then, nothing.
Silence,
More daunting and concerning,
than the noise had ever been.
Night after night,
waiting to hear a scream,
A door bang, an argument,
anything to show,
That someone remained,
in that house on Hedge Grove.
Eventually the authorities,
gained access to the house,
What they found inside,
did nothing to douse,
The numerous speculations
of suspect occurrences,
As they found the clothing of them,
laid out like corpses.
No bodies.
Just the bizarre
implication of them.
Weeks turned to months,
months turned to years,
Facts turned to fiction,
worry turned to fear.
No-one ever discovered,
what happened to them,
But on a quiet winters night,
you can almost hear a hint,
Of a squabbled word,
a banging door,
An argument lost,
a body hitting the floor.
I still don't know what happened to them,
And as time goes by,
I find that easier to pretend,
Than confess the truth.
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Dark Attraction
PoetryA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
