The Sounds - Chelle

I wake in the night
To the sounds of crying
The echoing of sobbing
I try to go back to sleep
But it's no use
The sound gets louder
The sounds get more violent
A voice yells for help
Finally it's quiet
All is silent
The only sound that is heard
Is the sound of something dripping
Blood or water
I look out my window
I see a man
With a happy grin
And a disappointed look
A look of unimaginable feeling.

Chelle - November 15 1994