I wish for this year soon to end, it has not been much of a friend,
my nights have been sleepless and long, my voice is now bereft of song.
Sore eyes from tears that I have shed, my body numb and feeling dead,
no life is left within this heart, too difficult to make a start.
The weather wears a face so sad, think back to summer sun not had,
tired face sits staring at the screen, I feel like some wornout hasbeen.
My dog looks to me in despair,her eyes tell me 'it's just not fair',
I sigh as I tap out a rhyme, forgetting all about the time.
Long hours pass this rain won't stop, tired eyelids try to fight the drop,
but thoughts of past months still invade, slice through my mind a well honed blade.
Tomorrow will be laid to rest, a sadness weighs down on my chest,
I wish for this year just to end, it has not been much of a friend.
A contest entry
- "Why not tell us what you are thinking" - Winklings #146 by Lyndon.
1750 points, ended November 24, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is not just a poem, this is your heart and soul you are pouring out here Hilly. It is a good write but what can anyone say about something so personal?
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Very nice!
Creative thoughts! Good luck in the contest!
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Time seems to be the fair-weather friend most of us share. This is a poignant piece of poetry, Hilly. Just
know that when you are 'here' you are surrounded by
friends who love you, come rain or shine.
Love, Lane
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A very honest and painful write expressing the way you feel at the moment, but look on it as just the end of a chapter in the story of your life and tomorrow a new one will begin.
Much love to you,
Your friend always
Sunshine
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