Dark devours the hurt, <br />cradled under coats in the cusp of safety, <br />far from prying ears <br />a tear, <br />a whimper of self comfort, <br />in the company of a clicking meter. <br />The light slivers along the crack, <br />breaking into the darkness <br />of worn shoes and winter mittens. <br />Circumstances and surroundings uncomfortable. <br />How long to stay in the shadows?<br /><br />Alice Anne Gordon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cupboard-under-the-stairs/
