I yell and scream,
all to no avail.
You seem to disappoint,
I know where you are, without fail.
The neon glow beckons you,
you don't want to come home.
Leave me here bleeding,
lost in darkness, alone.
The thump of the jukebox
ringing in your ear.
You may come home someday
and we might not be here.
swimming in your own
little alcoholic haze,
while figures spin around you
on the dance floor half crazed.
It's all getting too much to bear,
I don't know how much I can stand.
Yet you leave us here without a care,
I just don't understand.
How can it pull you away?
Ruin our family,
which you seem to not want?
I want it all to end, this insanity.
You wailed and cried,
to get your own way.
But out at that Pub with who knows who
is where you would wish to stay.
I try to tell you how I feel,
but my words ring on muted ears it seems.
Why can't you hear me,
and my agonized screams?
It's ripping me apart,
I knew where you would be tonight.
It's not the first time it's happened either,
how can you claim that right?
"It's not your fault," and "I'm sorry"
are all wearing thin.
I don't know what else to say,
or even where to begin.
You don't listen to my words,
never listen to me.
But maybe this way I can get through,
you only listen to poetry.
Poetry can only go so far,
within a ripped and shattered heart.
The drinks and dances are all that remain,
and they're ripping us apart.
I don't begrudge you happiness,
not even a chance to release.
But maybe this way you'll listen
to my words, my last pleas.
A contest entry
- Something a Little Bit Different by SomeGirlYouKnew.
1200 points, ended December 14, 2008, 17 entries
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wow this is really sad, a wonderful write, but sad, the subject matter is real, and raw, and your emotions are laid out there, and you have captured them beautifully, i hope that it helps the situation, best of luck in the contest
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to think, that you wouldn't trust. just assuming. the fight to become oneself but also a happy family. We all have been there, i think. where one loses ones self inside the family. to fight to be together. but then they fight seems endless and in the end you do not knwo who you are any more.
who's to say that the neon lights beckons? it's that thump from that jukebox, no more. or maybe just a dancer so she doesn't feel so awkward.... maybe she's just needing a dance partner that can sweep her off her feet again? *shrugs* who knows....
just know that it might seem like your pleas are on deaf ears, but they are not. to struggle and fight is what is has to come to. like old times it seems.
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this has a lot of raw emotion in it.
well done ^_^
thanks for entering and good luck in my contest! -
I can sense pain and lost in this, the want for the love one to see how it is tearing the one apart. How it is affecting the family. I hope that it is not too late for the family and the love that was once shared.
Best wishes in this contest.
Joann
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Telling it like it is....No doubt you have seen this lived out...somewhere...So real it is vivid...Good rhyming and flow....I wish you well in the contest!
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