2 years ago
before it all felt so familiar
habits unformed
and ready to be born
today finds residue
of months gone by
with not much to say
so a film crusts
the tops of fingers
waiting to be washed
booze brings round
another hungover day
and too soon night
if only the bottle didnt seem
so small when first opened
as does the screen
with the big blank box
waiting for words
to bring it to life
again
maybe sleep will actually come
this evening
while someone else types
the words
and the pages are being filled
with poetry
if not
dream with eyes open
of another place
with more space
than you need
Author notes
this was a good write for me , i hope you enjoy it as well ...
A contest entry
- vomiting points by Cinnarry.
10000 points, ended October 10, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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