Withdrawal
I still awake
Upon the edge
Every night in bed
Turn around
No one there
Only in my head
Mattress space
I left for you
Pushed me to the edge
The ghost of you
Still lying there
Reciting what I said
Darkness fell
So long ago
Careless where it treads
The only light
A Streetlamp glow
Comforts me instead
When morning comes
I will awake
Still hanging from the ledge
Upon the edge
Every night in bed
Turn around
No one there
Only in my head
Mattress space
I left for you
Pushed me to the edge
The ghost of you
Still lying there
Reciting what I said
Darkness fell
So long ago
Careless where it treads
The only light
A Streetlamp glow
Comforts me instead
When morning comes
I will awake
Still hanging from the ledge
posted by Ultra Toast Mosha God at 6:27 AM
5 Comments:
Are your poems all about one person, or a few who have left their mark on you?
They are sad and melancholy, and they touch on things I think we have all felt at one time or another.
Its strange how it is easier to write about our hurts and disappointments in poetry, rather than our joy and happinesss. At least I have found that.
A few who have left their mark.
I write the odd poem about being happy, but they are mostly about being sad because I want to purge that feeling.
I like hanging onto the happy thoughts for myself.
It's the same with the songs that I write.
Perhaps I do not like to analyse the Joy and happiness in my life in too much depth because of a fear of destroying it - which is what I try to do with hurts and disappointments
yeah i remember that feeling. any music go with this one? it seems amenable.
Not this time, Benji
Yikes, had those nights before. I dont really know how they go away. Nothing is worse than dead time and a heavy mind though.
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