Eh hem, the traffic is still,
The drink is going to spill...

Eh hem, the light is dim,
I need a swim...

Silence fades to an echo of fire,
Deafening whispers scream from the side streets...

I'm lying on the door mat, searching for a reason...
None so far...

What does the word POEM stand for?
Protruding...

This is describing the painting by Edvard Munch...
http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/munch...

Why over time have I accepted pain,
Every day hurts a little more...