Bela Lugosi Date: Tuesday, 8th November 2016 @ 09:22:05 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: duff Dark corners are coming alive Her apartment is awake tonight Fingertips walking up the spine Turn around no one in the light The floor freezing feet are blue Body’s cold the sweater is new The Bauhaus record plays along Heartbeat pounding to the song Room to room like a private eye One two three empty closet sigh Pockets vacant no phone nearby Shoes by the door are not hers There’s a silhouette by the fern A cape stands a cigarette burns His porcelain face made of hurt Bela Lugosi is awake tonight This poem is Copyright © duff Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=183721