This malcontent haunts her with nerving presence.
Ghosting her footsteps in the light warmth of morning.
She sits to eat her perfectly proportioned breakfast;
Cane chair buckling her stiff frame; concreting this position.
And it leaks lethargic longing to her tender bones.
The morning drains on.
Book covers strewn across the scene;
She divulges in fanatical writing. Fantasy draft.
Yet it doesn’t hurt to believe;
If not for just a few hours.
DVD sleeves misplaced on the stained carpet.
Lost upon magical encounters of past lovers.
What enticing words these plastic characters utter.
Pity it’s not her script to speak
And afternoon dawns with a softened breeze.
It lightly fans her face; entering through the mesh lining her windows.
Her location is scented by fresh oxygen mingled with impending expiry dates.
Music lightly swirls from speakers.
Encasing her wordless frame,
Wrapping her in a sleek blanket of hope.
It tugs at her lips;
Spreading them to a half-hearted smile.
The fading sun morphs to the darkened night.
And the songs still drone, melting into one another.
She is cold.
Her windows remain wide open.
She hasn’t moved a heartbeat.
She is crying.
She hurts.
Her heart is fighting the incalculably cold mist choking it; but losing.
Fear edges into her eyes; dripping with a maddening metronome.
And she is lost.
In her sanctuary; she is lost.
What is home; if you can’t put a name to this feeling of misplacement?
And she lays there sobbing; as she has for hours on end,
It is all she understands; all she comprehends.
And as the tears trickle her wet lashes;
She thinks.
Thinks of you.
Just another night without your smile.
Just another day spent without you laughter.
Just another twenty-four hours barely lived without you.
And it hasn’t got any easier to survive.
Author notes
hey, i'm sorry about this, but i honestly have no idea what do write for a dedication seeing as i don't know you personally. But i know you like to write prose, and i tries, and failed miserably. But i thought this might suffice. maybe.
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Music lightly swirls from speakers.
Encasing her wordless frame,
Wrapping her in a sleek blanket of hope.
It tugs at her lips;
Spreading them to a half-hearted smile.
that's really pretty.
I also love the ending.
thanks for entering! -
great
Great job, sorry I don't really criticise, good job with this poem, good luck in the contests -
woa... this like, stopped me in my tracks of fanatical reading of the buttload of entries I have (does that make sense? lol, basically I'm saying that this seriously caught my eye). i can totally relate, like, ohmigosh, i know what she's thinking and feeling and holy crap that was so weird!!
gah, i absoluuutly loved it!!!
thank you so much for entering!
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This is breathtakingly DEEP!!!!! God Bless, Tandy
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don't worry, you didn't fail miserably.
I'll comment for real later, but please put your screenname in your AN.
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awwwww i love the last line and HAHAHA to ur comment b4 me betta than u >insanity< any who its not tru and i love this poem!!!!!!!
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