I lay here watching the movement of the clock;
the shadows in the doorway and wall lit by lamp.
Each day you are away from me is a year
and just thinking of you gone tears me apart.
Your name is heard every time I wake up;
your face is every place we have been before.
Each time I try to read or write, things simply stop
as thoughts of our time together race though my mind.
People say to move on, that I can do better
but they don’t understand how life is dying inside
until there is very little left to kill --- and I don’t care.
I know the end is coming and I’d rather bleed and die
Then live out time not feeling anything.
Author notes
Propmt #4 Time
A contest entry
- Its all about the comments by Hello...No.One.Home.
700 points, ended August 11, 2008, 27 entries
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Comments
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Numbness...
Remembering my dear sister Dawn that has moved on to the after life...she was my very best friend and I miss her still - August the 21st , 2006 - she left this earth and I still know that dispair and emptiness that nothing can fill.
Your poem is raw and heartfelt. Spilling over with emotion. Thoughts I have had as well.
Maybe this poem is about something else altogether ... but it brought back these old feelings.
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There you are thank God your back. This hurt. pain softing as time goes by ..sometimes you have to take it out and feel it hard and put it back ..go on once again . What would we do if we could not write?
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Awww... this is so sad yet so heartfelt.
A wonderful write and I wish you all the best in the contest.
Rose
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