The Past, Smiling

Someone knocked at my door,
Come in I yelled
No reply.

Another knock
Was it the wind I heard,
I hollered,
Enough is enough.

I go to the door,
It creaked open
Outside its dark,
Thunder and Lightning

The past standing there,
Smiling.

© 2006 – 2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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