| Open Poetry #41 |
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Alone |
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trevorskogsbergh Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 129South Pasadena, CA
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In the darkest hour Of my mind I feel so tired and dreary Lonesome thoughts Fill my head The lack of love is eerie For myself I must confess That I feel so cold and hot Icy fingers Around my neck Alone, my heart did stop The lights go out The pain inside Sweat drips down my brow I call her out In my sleep The hurt was gone til now Awake I sit Alone in bed I await the silent dawn Afraid to sleep The feeling I dread Of love I feel withdrawn The sins I’ve made I’ve reaped and sowed My visions all astray Of better times I remember still Alone I sit and pray Of better days To come and go To someday tie the knot Eternally And faithfully To have another shot Better to die, and sleep |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
nice rhyme and flow~~ wishing you "another shot" ![]() M |
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