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Nov 2015
Uninvited guest wonder
Rudely in my head
As I toss and turn in bed
Gazing out my empty window
I don’t want to feel this way
Sky outside
Is cold and grey
But their footsteps are too loud
Or perhaps
I’ve been too proud
Pain is a beautiful teacher you know
Memories I wish forgotten
The ones most cruel
Are set and rotten
Forcing me to know
I’ve made it through
And forcing me to know
I’ve dropped my peace
It’s hard to be strong here
When they’re footsteps lay me bare
William Sexton
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William Sexton  25/M
(25/M)   
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