My toes
curled around the bed's end
speak loud enough
to break my room
forcing a look of defeat
that compels me to feel ~
something
and I lift
from unused sheets
where the sound of slumber
fails to embrace my soul
writing every breath
on paper thin exposure
dark thoughts
on my midnight express
to nowhere...
A contest entry
- can't sleep. by layla..
300 points, ended March 26, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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thanks so much for entering this in my contest. i was rather disappointed till now.
clever and wonderful writing.




