
The motel’s sign proclaimed vacancy
And it bespoke a dark truth
For those within were the dregs of society
Hopeless from the inside out
Vacancy of spirit
Vacancy of heart
Vacancy of compassion
They were beyond the dark
Few who had not trod their road
Could understand their route
It was a soulless detour
Redemption was moot
So, better not to stop here
Better to ignore the sign
Keep on driving buddy
If you value your life
© NopeNotPam
Better to keep on driving! Yes, some places have that dark vibe. Great take Deb. Thanks for joining in my friend
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Thanks for providing the prompt 🙂
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My pleasure
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the motel for zombies?
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Could be 🙂
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Love this interpretation of the normally benign vacancy sign.
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I was channelling Psycho
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That was horribly morbid, Deb. Thank you!
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Your welcome 🙂
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A splendidly dark poem, Deb! *shivers and stamps on the accelerator*
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Thanks Chris, too much Hitchcock
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Hehehe never too much!
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