The days go by...

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by xoCherie, Apr 27, 2012.

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  1. xoCherie

    xoCherie Well-Known Member

    She sits alone at night
    waiting for someone to notice
    that her lights are on after hours.
    Waiting, waiting
    The hours tick by until it's early morning
    Another late night,
    another shit day.
    That's three days now
    of just sitting and staring at her phone
    wondering if anyone even knows
    of her late night jaunts

    On her bed next to her
    a pile of forgotten books
    lay unread, scattered about
    Amongst them is her sketchpad
    It's been the same for two months now
    nothing added to it
    not even a quick doodle

    Her motivation is gone
    just disappeared with her happiness
    She's struggling to cope with her life
    day in and day out
    a struggle to not break down and just
    punch something in anger
    Instead, she stares silently at the wall
    waiting for someone to ask what's up

    No one does
    No one ever does

    As the sun rises once more
    she sighs and pushes the books off the bed
    with a loud thud before burrowing
    under the blankets
    to await the knock for wake up

    Another day awaits of nothingness
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    you are such a great writer hun you words paint a picture of such loneliness hugs to you okay
  3. xoCherie

    xoCherie Well-Known Member

    I just...Sit and type, and let the words flow. That's all it is. Nothing special
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