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Memories - A Poem
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Posts: 203 Trailblazer
I wrote this poem a while ago, but its meaning still rings true to me even a few months later. So I thought I'd share it.
I lay still, the damned clock ticking
The scars upon my wrist, they're stinging
Each tick brings me further into the night
As the moon still flies it's restless flight
-
I'm feigning sleep, as the air is chill
Cold wind blows by my window sill
That damn clock, it's ticking still
And yet, no closer am I to sleep
-
A pattern of thought with no true rhythm
Frantic memories, no nearer nor distant
That god awful pain making clear it's intentions
My demons clutching beneath the skin
-
But now it's fuzzy, the unsettled night
The ticking growing faint and still
Crazy thoughts lie still and light
And finally, I drift away, for real.
-
Shadows and fog fill my sleeping brain
Visions of the day it was taken away
Stifling dark, and his heavy weight
The fear and that god awful pain!
-
I'll never forget.
I lay still, the damned clock ticking
The scars upon my wrist, they're stinging
Each tick brings me further into the night
As the moon still flies it's restless flight
-
I'm feigning sleep, as the air is chill
Cold wind blows by my window sill
That damn clock, it's ticking still
And yet, no closer am I to sleep
-
A pattern of thought with no true rhythm
Frantic memories, no nearer nor distant
That god awful pain making clear it's intentions
My demons clutching beneath the skin
-
But now it's fuzzy, the unsettled night
The ticking growing faint and still
Crazy thoughts lie still and light
And finally, I drift away, for real.
-
Shadows and fog fill my sleeping brain
Visions of the day it was taken away
Stifling dark, and his heavy weight
The fear and that god awful pain!
-
I'll never forget.
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I have a couple other poems I have stored, so I'll put those up now.
I'd be happy to help you if you have an idea for a poem. I ghost write for people as a hobby
I didn't really think about it being eerie... it came straight from the heart, and nothing more. Unfortunately that's almost daily life for me so I don't really know any different.