door: clicked shut.
arms unfurled, and eyes unwell.
we were past the one o'clock mark,
and the snow was still falling
as i was crawling into
bed.
there was broken glass at my feet;
an accident, but you thought
it was anger
and i didn't bother fighting you
that night.
i wallowed , though,
in what i thought was right, and what
would meet us in the morning
only to be fought again;
turning over the edges
of sheets and dreams
of unwanted
memories.
so spoiled, now they are.
i thought of better days,
the ten year old versions of ourselves;
who we were
and what we sounded
like--
the television scripts,
horrible reality shows
and songs
sung
by wiser
men.
i saw it all,
the truth at two am:
we both were wrong
to think that we
were free
to love.
we both were wrong
to stay so late
that night.
Author notes
two of three tonight.
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A very wonderfully written piece of poetry with so much imagery here, so many can relate, which draws the reader in more with each passing line. Peace, and thanks for sharing. -Timothy
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I can so relate to this one. It's nice to see you writing so much. Another great piece...
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beautiful imagery.
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The line breaks add power to the allready powerful words.
I am off to read more.
joe
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so I decided to read all three before I commented.
& this one is, by far, my favorite of the three, though they're all fabulous. I think that every word and line of this WORKS, and every little piece seemed like it played a crucial role in getting your message across. right down to the line breaks. I really loved it. so so much. -
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