This room mocks me in your absence
Though I pull my legs tight
I can only draw them so close
The fan whispers as it freezes me
Of jokes and tragedy
Of needful things
And self-fulfilling heresies
The chorus chants that you are gone
And the refrain sings that it is cold
I am a firm believer
Though I do not know the the words
My ears have grown deaf from
Hearing prophecy
roared
My teeth chatter, so I know
That the world is far too cold
When the ceiling fan blows
For a man to be alone
A contest entry
- A Nova can't last; Just like love can't be real. by PaintedParisPassion.
700 points, ended May 13, 26 entries
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This was really good, i enjoyed reading it; i dont come across many poems like this. Thanks so much for entering my contest and good luck. Keep writing.
-B
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