and you're not company
house full of noise
and a refrigerator reassures with a low
huuuuummmmmmm.
fire cr-ac-kles
and a snore
roars from behind
closed door.
at night,
it seems,
i rhyme.
sad music.
track
after
track.
and i feed this
vast
hungry
engine.
i come apart
on these nights.
feel certain
vital things
unravel.
arms flung out -
desperation
and hands grasp
uselessly at
nothing.
sometimes tears
blur a monitor,
screen,
or book.
and i hate them,
these not-so-silent
companions.
you're not company
Author notes
I can't seem to get what I want written down tonight. Frustrating!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Way to go, you made a depressing poem just look like fun to read, call it irony? I do that sometimes, wake up in the middle of the night and try to grab onto something or someone that isn't there. Except I'm in a twin bed when I'm sleeping alone, so I'm really grabbing for thin air, and sometimes I almost fall off the bed xD! That's when I reach down to the floor to hunt down where my stuffed animal has gone
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I understand what you mean Chris, even though the sounds are familiar it's not like having someone there beside you.
Love will come my friend, I guarantee it.
Love Joan
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Well maybe not, but what you did write is good...the contemporary style is something different for me, bit the descriptions are well done, the enjambment works nicely, and the theme, tone, and everything works well to express the mood of the narrator. Nicely done.
, Dannie
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