Poems from the
Inside
Seek
the light of day . . .
"Come Out To Play!"
"Come out to play,"
they screamed
those days
with all their whistles
and their bells -
Come out to play!
It's just a game
we called your name . . .
Come out to play!
Little could you tell
by sight
or sound
or smell,
but I had
woken
up
in hell.
© D. Winter 1999
