your insomnia has consumed me.
i lie awake nights,
re-living your death like the passion play;
sugar-gilded sleeping pills as nails,
cold kitchen floor: the cross.
i own those hours through déjà vu,
a spectrum of could-haves and should-haves,
my lone regret developing silently
as you emptied your lungs of breath.
if only i’d have stayed up with you;
if only i’d have whispered you to sleep
until your eyelids lowered
and you faded into living dreams.
now, i barely sleep.
when i do,
i dream of collecting your every ash
to forge my own crown of thorns.
Author notes
Words used: gilded, deja vu, passion, spectrum, own, empty, faded
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Comments
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beautifully written... I love it! Keep it up!
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This is a beautiful and very worthy piece but unfortunatly the word bank was used for a ten word poem only.
I still give u major props thanks for entering. -
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Totally missed that somehow.
Oh well... thanks for the inspiration-- this was good to write.
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