She had just fallen asleep,
into a night full of
tossing and turning,
and dreams turning sinister,
when someone, or something,
gently touched her face,
bringing her back to the reality,
of the surrounding darkness.
No one was there,
it was just her imagination.
She sits up straight, and listens.
Silence.
She slowly fades back into fitful dreams.
When she awakes, the sun is bright,
the birds are long past first chirp,
and the morning dew is already dry.
She crawls out of bed,
and creeps down the steps,
knowing what she’ll find.
Nothing,
silence,
emptiness.
No one is there.
No note, no phone message.
The place is deserted,
like all of her false hopes.
Yet, she struggles to put a smile on her face,
for she knows if she lets it crumble now,
it’ll only be harder to fake when people do appear,
even though she knows that once they do,
it won’t be long until they leave again.
And when that happens, she’ll leave this time.
No note, no phone message. Just a corpse of sorrow.
Let them sit up and wait for someone to return,
even though they know that she never will.
Please tell me what you think
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this is very good and dark...the flow is excellent...I love"corpse of sorrow"...a great piece
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really good m'dear.
"Yet, she struggles to put a smile on her face,
for she knows if she lets it crumble now,
it’ll only be harder to fake when people do appear," really good line. take care love <3
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hhhmm..
Hello! I liked this poem. I like how it is telling a story. A very sad but relatable story. Great write! Keep up the good work!
-crushed
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wow,sad....well written. speachless thats all.
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwww... sis!!!
wow this is so sad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
brilliantly written but sad none the less. its sort of pay back for them leaing her all those nights. but i do hope she finds the strength to not go through with it! and to hopfuilly find the brighter side of a the darkest day...
love you, and keep up the amazing writting ur truely talented.
love HB
xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
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