Lying wide awake
It seems
Time cannot progress
As I stare
To the stars
The dim light
Begins to pale
Into the sultry
Midnight black
Caressing my window pane
Of glass I see not through
But to
For nothing else is seen
When life cannot
Possibly
Lower me farther
I wish I had a seasoned place
To go to
But why bother?
Dreaming in the open eyes
Of revelation stirring
I found myself a small demise
Not worth the price
Referring
To the times it struck be blank
Upon the mussed up sheets
I lay
Still awake
And still
Unmade
In my quiet
Room of loss.
A contest entry
- POINTS- Easy Entries by NickelleteXninja.
600 points, ended July 8, 2008, 45 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You typed "do go to"
instead of to go to
You might wanna fix that in case you enter it in other contests
And I know exactly what that is like
this was a poem that i related to
I enjoyed reading it
Thanks for entering
and I am SO glad that someone decided to actually write a new poem instead of just entering a prewrite =D
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