I need not awaken at the closing of the door.
It's late; you're late; I'm already up pacing the floor.
This pain is invisible; there's damage to the core.
You demand what the issue is; I say I want more.
The house silences; 5am; I still lay awake.
Why doesn't he care that my hand's extended to take?
I've built this castle in my mind; there's too much at stake.
Yet he tore it down and simply threw the pieces in the lake.
You say this love is rocky but it is just as pure.
My sickness is resentment, for this there is no cure.
You don't care so I won't give in to your sweet allure.
So this is love you say, sarcasm says sure, sure, sure.
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Ash-es
A contest entry
- Epigram Quickie Prompt by Anu-Nataraj.
450 points, ended November 21, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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thumbs up
interestimg write, your story is well told
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Awesome write
Best of luck 
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beautiful !!!
amazingly written........
ur font hurts my eyes...
but who cares..i lov e it immensely
SPEECHLESS!!
good luck in the contest and life !
Anagh
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