Standing in the house.

Trying to hold the walls up while the shadows die.

Windows cracking,

Shattering to pieces

As the

Elephant

Is let loose

Wrecking havoc.

Some are still sleeping,

Or pretending too

In scattered spaces.

They sleep half awake

Hoping and praying that in the morning

The sun will be showing

And all will be put back in its place.

Instead they will find a

Big gaping hole filled with

Broken memories and tear stained letters,

Fragments of half truths

And lies.

Just another

Elephant in

Disguise.