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Racing pulse.
Endless pacing.
Impatience.
Waiting.
Understanding has vanished.
Tears crashing to the floor.
Muttered amends.
Muttered "But I love you"s.
Shaking while sitting.
Unable to sit still.
He comes out.
His face is dark.
His eyes are empty.
Your eyes are wide.
Your face is stained with tears.
Apologies.
Misinterpretations are understood.
Failure.
Death.
You leave the waiting room.
Your lover is dead.
He is dead.
Never again.
He is DEAD.
You will NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN.
So just try to remember the best times.
The smiles.
The love.
The memories.
And try to move on.
Unable to.
Falling down.
Wishing for death.
If only to be with him again.
Just for one second.
Let the memories of him holding you take over.
Let them cease your pain if only for a minute.
Reality breaks you.
You are still alive.
And he is DEAD.
So where does that leave you.
Planning the funeral.
Family reassurances.
They don't help.
You are lost.
You are dead inside.
There is no comfort anywhere.
Except in memories.
And you sob.
The accident was your fault.
If only you weren't drunk.
- by This Accident |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/16/2009 |
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Comments (1 Comments)
- SilvertongueSagittarius - 01/01/2012
- Vaguely reminiscent of Cummings, with the short disjointed lines. A few things as friendly advice: Try not to use the same word in abundance. "Dead" is cliche anyhow lol. The audience should be able to gleam death from your words w/o you ever writing a word about it. Same for the overall concept. You're very blatant about it, (which also makes me wonder who on earth wouldn't understand the piece). Try more subtlety. Oh, and your emotions should be easily conveyed w/o the use of capitalization
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