It’s cold in my flashbacks
It’s midnight all the time
Remember when I let
The monster stroll right
Through the front door
Of my childhood home
How wide he smiled
The heat went out
Midnight froze in time
I refuse to live forever
In the past I can’t move
Forward looking back
Slowly falling fast asleep
In the corner of my eye
I will build a bed of straw
Light a candle tip it over
May my memory be eternal
May forgiveness rest in peace
Charles B. Snoad 