Sep 29, 2009 23:11
Was digging around my old blogs (MySpace- shut up!) hunting for old poems or rants I'd particularly enjoyed writing, and I found this one of mine:
11:50
My eyes won't close, again
My head won't nod, as in
I'm losing sleep
While you creep
Inside my head
As I lie abed
Just lying, waiting
Comiserating
With all the troubled youths of lore
So I pace across my floor
My legs aching
My heart breaking
Had it not been broke before
Leaving it now bruised and sore
Remove yourself, don't haunt my dreams
Become a long forgotten theme
Because it's 10 to now
And I'm confused how
This has happened
Gone and dampened
So many hopes had for the morrow
Forced to swallow all my sorrow
And get my head to nod and eyes to close
Not become one of those
Girls who wake up
Just to break up
Into tears from lack of sleeping
So I insist you stop your creeping
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It's the only poem of mine I've ever had memorized. And I can't help but be amazed at how it seems to have been appropriate at so many other times after the night I wrote it back in 2006.
Shall catch up further later. Things to do and people to beat :)
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