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3/16/2015 When I awoke, too depressed to leave my bed, too caught up in the fact it was Monday, I decided to take my liberties with attendance and questioned when social services would end up at my door but that's for later. For now I stood up and went downstairs, and the first thing I took note of in the panoramic window was the fact that all the snow had melted, seemingly overnight and I saw how grass looked like I remember close to a month ago I had spent a blessed day in town where the birds chirped seemingly out of place for a February sunday. But I smiled and smiled and I still felt like Every single vein was ripped out and I was watching my blood stain the sidewalk And last night I had a dream about you for the first time in months and I was happy to have you back even as a subconscious hallucination Where I drove my car into your work that little funny store where we ate breakfast the last day of summer And you just stared at me, red in the face with a reviling hatred that I am used to at this point. The snow melted when I had woken up but now the ground is so hard to walk on and the sky seems blue today bluer than usual but I know it is mocking me.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
The ides of March
3/16/2015 When I awoke, too depressed to leave my bed, too caught up in the fact it was Monday, I decided to take my liberties with attendance and questioned when social services would end up at my door but that's for later. For now I stood up and went downstairs, and the first thing I took note of in the panoramic window was the fact that all the snow had melted, seemingly overnight and I saw how grass looked like I remember close to a month ago I had spent a blessed day in town where the birds chirped seemingly out of place for a February sunday. But I smiled and smiled and I still felt like Every single vein was ripped out and I was watching my blood stain the sidewalk And last night I had a dream about you for the first time in months and I was happy to have you back even as a subconscious hallucination Where I drove my car into your work that little funny store where we ate breakfast the last day of summer And you just stared at me, red in the face with a reviling hatred that I am used to at this point. The snow melted when I had woken up but now the ground is so hard to walk on and the sky seems blue today bluer than usual but I know it is mocking me.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
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