Behind The Wall

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
another sleepless night for me
It won’t do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say they can’t interfere
With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road

And the policeman said
“I’m here to keep the peace
Will the crowd disperse?
I think we could all use some sleep.”

-Tracy Chapman


About Nick Gill

orphan-poet-adoptee-soldier-prodigal-servant-husband- counselor-desperate seeker after my Father's face "I feel my body weakened by the years as people turn to gods of cruel design. Is it that they fear the pain of death, or is it that they fear the joy of life?" - Toad the Wet Sprocket

Posted on 4 July, 2006, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Stoned-Campbell Disciple

    You are on a Chapman kick I see! She is an insightful poet.Shalom,Bobby Valentine

  2. I should have posted Subcity, but Republicans might read my blog sometime and Z-Z-Z-ZORCH!!!!! my computer.Nick

  3. Stoned-Campbell Disciple

    Just as long as you don’t take a ride in her fast car . . . :-)Shalom,Bobby V

  4. Stoned-Campbell Disciple

    Checking in. The Preacher’s Retreat is Sept 25-27. Hope to see you soon.Shalom,Bobby Valentine

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