It's storming out.
Rain is vomited out of street gutters,
too full to take in more.
The sidewalks are empty.
I think it might be two p.m.
Thursday,
or Friday.
I'm tired.
So weary I want to sleep for a year,
though I haven't left my bed in a week.
I can't close my eyes.
You're there.
Tattooed underneath my eyelids,
flashes of memories,
with every blink.
Summer walks in summer evenings,
summer kisses.
That time in February,
when you took me ice skating,
you said it was our place.
The handful of dirt,
dropped through my shaking,
fingers onto mahogany,
six feet below.
And I was buried with you.
My body left empty,
save a heart,
And the pain.
I've heard it gets better.
I've heard it gets easier.
I've heard that you heal.
But I'm just tired.
I think tomorrow might by Saturday,
or Sunday.
Author notes
"Hell is not in torture, Hell is in an empty heart."
I hope that my poem characterizes that to someone.
Written September 23rd, 2005
A contest entry
- Dare To Believe by Amy Sharpe.
300 points, ended October 1, 2005, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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When a spouse or love dies, one goes through a denial process, then a grieving phase. It takes a along time to accept this and go on. You have written about this first phase well.
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This is a beautiful poem that delves on the uneven nature of the weekdays through the use of descriptive imageries.Thank you for sharing with me on this site.
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That is a stunning piece of writing. I liked the whole thing of not knowing where you are or what your doing. WHat time or what day it is. Just lost, walking aimlessly and alone. Not being able to rest yet not being able to do anything else. Just lost. This quote has been used several times now. Although this is very different to the others. It's always a powerful subject anyway. But I think you portrayed it especialy well. This is a beatiful poem. thank you for entering \Good luck in the contest xxAmyxx
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Wow, this is very sad, I can really relate to your words, it captivated me. Wonderful job, and keep it up.
~MxR
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such a sad poem...I like it alot...how you ended the poem with the death of ur beloved and how hurt you are because of it...being tired...not knowing what day it is...this is truly beautiful and heartfelt...thanks for the read...miranda
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