Tiredness draws my limbs down,
Laying them upon the bed, underneath
The cotton sheets that my mother washed.
Eyelids force themselves open to see the light,
They fight the battle that will clearly be lost
A battle that I cannot fight again.
Sorrow crawls into my stomach, churning
Spinning and driving the sickness into my
Mind where it will linger until I sleep.
Briny tears caress my cheeks as Sorrow’s
Fingers; He is my lover now and always.
You who once were have now departed.
Hair lies spread along the pillow, thick
Strands of brown velvet long to be touched
By something other then the cold air of night.
The wind whispers secrets in my slumbering
Ears; details of your latest conquests and loves.
How I wish for the Sibling of Tiredness to come.
A contest entry
- SAD Poetry--- Let Me Have Your Best by Ativan.
900 points, ended November 2, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Well, this was very good. You inderctly tell what is going on in this poem. That is a very good talent to have. Also, you have one line that really is very good but I am not sure of its relevance. "The cotton sheets that my mother washed." Now in this expression a lot of emotions can be brought up. The fact that you take time to say the sheets that my mother washed adds an aditional aspect to the poem. It makes people wonder and relate. It is a very good line. Thank you for entering.
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