The crack-tiled shower rains,
Spitting water down bruised shoulders.
Brittle bones, tired eyes.
One more morning,
Waiting to greet the sun
With my vacant glare.
Mind floating away like driftwood
Down an endless river.
Blessings on this Ill-gotten shed,
These crack-stone walls,
This cold-brick bed,
Sunlight hiding under the window-pane,
Passing by this place another day,
One God-damn night of Sleep,
Forgotten Pleasantries,
This home was built to break me,
To melt my spirit,
Indulge my suffering,
Frost-bitten walls
For the dirt to crawl over.
Given my chances I'd sleep forever.
A contest entry
- misery loves company... by nobodys-girl.
700 points, ended January 18, 92 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - What Went Wrong? (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
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Comments
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Well, this really does fit the prompt. It left me wondering what went wrong. You have some nice imagery in this too. Thank you for entering.
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wow...i love this poem. i just, i absolutly adore it. so depressing and amazing... thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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Hi there, maybe you didn't see the title of this contest. This is only for those members on my favourites list or favourites of my favourites so I will be removing your entry. Thank you.
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