Countless nights she’s waited in her dim lit dive
on the third floor of the Alleyway Inn
between the railway and the vice motel
She stopped counting the days when she ran out of
wall to scrawl on
the only records now are
overflowing ash trays
and collecting dust
So sick in the silence
never thought she’d be glad to hear sirens
irony here
never thought she’d be so alone
Patience has no virtue
Patience is a whore
Author notes
Lets hope you can feel this...
Please tell me what you think
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Amazing job! This poem is really powerful. I love the word choice. Good luck in the contest.
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I really like this.
Great write...
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yeah, I feel this...bone-deep lonliness...and a bit angry too, a railing against the cruelty of that popular saying...to me this says "if you wait too long nothing ever happens" or some such...i really liked the "She stopped counting the days when she ran out of
wall to scrawl on" phrase...it reminded me of a quot on writing I once read...
thanks for the entry
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Wow...thats cool. The ending bit like totally made me read each word soooo slowly so i could understand what you were saying...like graaw the end just slowed to this insane crawl that just dragged me through to the finish. I could totally feel this, god your writing is amazing! This is great, it just makes me feel like when I'm alone and have absolutely nothing and just feel like I don't exist because no one is thinking of me anyway, there are people just like me doing the same thing. Sad but yeah makes me feel better . Awesome!
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Yay! I love this. "the only records now, are overflowing ash trays." -I just really like those lines, and I like the last two lines as well. What a lovely sad write.
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