In the darkest depth of my mind,
There's a box with your name on it,
Bound up in duct tape and chains,
With a big brass padlock to top it off,
The unfortunate truth,
Is that night is the key,
When I close my sorry eyes,
It's you that I see,
Your evil little grin,
And the way you say my name,
Your rough, dirty hands,
On my soft, pale skin,
And when light fills my bedroom,
The dreams fly from my head,
But the tear trails on my cheeks,
And my inability to stop shaking,
Shows you're still the most powerful.
Author notes
Uh, I don't really know where this came from, but I like it. I used The 1st prompt.
1) "The weirdest thing happened the other morning... I woke up with tears in my eyes... and one rolling down my cheek... and I KNEW I must have been dreaming of you again..."
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- Quickie! (5 hours) (20 poets) (dark poetry) by RazorbladeKiss14.
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well done!, congratulations on the golden cup!
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Thanks :-D x
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Thanks for entering and good luck in my contest!
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I loved it! It was a great sad poem! Your a terrific writer!!
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Aww thank you, and thanks for the Gold :-) means a lot! :-D x
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I liked it. It doesn't really matter where it came from, so long as you are happy with what you write. I really enjoyed the ending... it had a little creepy feel to it.
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Why thank you :-) I guess I believe it's not what you write, it's how you felt when you wrote it, and I think that comes across, or I hope so. Thanks for your comment.
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