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One ****** I'll eat just to get me to sleep. Or I know that into my dreams you will creep. Like a monster you're lurking, in the shadows you wait. This is the thing that keeps me up, wide awake. I'm afraid to switch off, too scared to close my eyes. For I know you'll be there no matter how hard I try. What is this feeling? Why do you do this to me? That when I lay my head down, you are all I see. I don't want this anymore, why wont you go away? I try so hard but your memory wont fade. I know it's not you, I know you're long gone. But for some strange reason my mind's hanging on. All these thoughts of you and the things you would do. I'm left with them all, just me, not you. I hope that in time these feelings subside. For now I must just take things in my stride. I wish I could sleep, just one peaceful night. Without you appearing and giving me a fright. I guess I'll just sit here and sit here and wait. Until my eyelids hang and droop with weight. Til' I can take it no more and my head hits the floor. Or maybe a ****** or just one or two more.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
****** Dreams
One ****** I'll eat just to get me to sleep. Or I know that into my dreams you will creep. Like a monster you're lurking, in the shadows you wait. This is the thing that keeps me up, wide awake. I'm afraid to switch off, too scared to close my eyes. For I know you'll be there no matter how hard I try. What is this feeling? Why do you do this to me? That when I lay my head down, you are all I see. I don't want this anymore, why wont you go away? I try so hard but your memory wont fade. I know it's not you, I know you're long gone. But for some strange reason my mind's hanging on. All these thoughts of you and the things you would do. I'm left with them all, just me, not you. I hope that in time these feelings subside. For now I must just take things in my stride. I wish I could sleep, just one peaceful night. Without you appearing and giving me a fright. I guess I'll just sit here and sit here and wait. Until my eyelids hang and droop with weight. Til' I can take it no more and my head hits the floor. Or maybe a ****** or just one or two more.
charlotte-hill
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
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