The sound of the pouring rain
Wakes me from my dreams
And the cold chill of loneliness
Swallows me regardless of my blanket
I’m not suppose to be alone
There are suppose to be two in this bed
I look at the clock
It says 2 a.m.
The tears fight to break free
But I refuse to let them
I can’t cry anymore
Over what is so predictable
I light a cigarette
And watch as the minutes creep by
This feeling of betrayal, of deceit
Makes my stomach twist in knots
I know where you are…
I know who you are with…
But here you are at 3 a.m.
And like always… you deny it.
A contest entry
- In Your Head by Candyknife.
700 points, ended November 30, 2008, 21 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Short and sweet by poetyaknoit.
550 points, ended December 8, 2008, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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NICE WRITE! im sorry if this is happening, however u say it so simply and beautifully. I see straight into your narrator's heart on this one. Good luck in the contest. Keep on writing, ~TC
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damn
now this is very very good
i felt i knew what you were talking about at the beginning but it made a weird turn, and i actually started thinking bout my problems, i love when pieces do that, thank you very much for entering
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