I put out the
And gazed at the
s in the skyPoured myself one more
Sat alone and began to
I know it’s
to say 
I feel so unloved and
So many
haunt meOur
has become unspokenYou made me
with your liesLeft me all alone to sit
Your words are driving me
And I feel like a pile of
Now I’m smokin’ with the
A
three times a dayDrinking
by the gallonI can’t go on, no way
I thought that you
meThat to me you’d always be true
You plied me with
You wanted to have your
and eat it tooSo go on with your
, say what you wantIt doesn’t matter anymore
me out, toss me asideI’m headed out the door
(Forgive me but this is a silly group contest poem.
Our host went a bit
)Dee Garner
© April 19, 2007
wait… do I really want to copyright this
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Dee
and got 2nd place for the haiku's I hope ya get a trophy for this one sweet sis....
I hope I don't wake them. Awww you should never feel like a pile of "
out of this.
for this. Don't feel like a 
and don't be 
here's a 
to get you through the day and be 
or another 
ica
