Hospice

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by clairedelune, Dec 6, 2011.

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  1. clairedelune

    clairedelune Well-Known Member

    I'd rather write this than be in an uninteresting class filled with people who barely understand your eccentricities.




    Long hours of sitting alone,

    Alone in a bunk chair while nobody's home.

    The clock ticks so slow and tight,

    And her head wants to explode all right.



    These are the days when the tide is high,

    Her tears drown but she's still afraid to try.

    After periods of silence under the northern sky,

    Nothing evolves, it was all a lie.



    Black hair swimming in dark waters,

    Fill the pool with the ocean's daughters.

    Mark her words before she tries,

    Deepening a cut just beneath her thighs.



    A bulb flashed green in a dim-lit room,

    The sharp sparkled bad while it flashes near the moon.

    A voice, dark, terrifying and injustice dominates,

    Now, she's feeling lonelier and her heart hates.



    She feels paralyzed, from toe to head,

    All she wanted to do was drown her sorrows in bed.

    Out of place is all she feels,

    Taking in the cold January air kills.



    Along the river bank she saw,

    A thousand other people beginning to draw.

    The beauty of this world does exist,

    Now light shines around her dread-woven midst.
     
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Sad hun I hope your darkness fade some and you too can start to see that beauty around you hugs
     
  3. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    As TE said, so sad but so well written...keep talking to us...one can really feel less lonely knowing there are so many people that care
     
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