Under The Rug Date: Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 10:17:57 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Dragons_Of_Rose A small fading flashlight lights the way for my pen, Highlighting dim blue lines on a poets empty page, Soft hum of vehicles on the highway echo through the night, Lightning bugs fill the air; setting the scene of eves stage. The radio’s filled with words of loss, sorrow, and regret, A citronella candle slowly dances warding off the bugs, Miss Charlotte dangles near the window, waiting in her web, Reminders of a cherished childhood now swept under the rug. It’s hard to believe that I could forget this peaceful place Just run off from reality and seek refuge in a world unknown And though at times I miss the innocence; the feel of purity’s grace Here amidst the memories just no longer feels like home. This poem is Copyright © Dragons_Of_Rose 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=54361