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Maybe It's Killing Me.
by Trisha De GraciaIt drifted through the air.
Buzzes and bubbles and pops of it.
Your laughter chimed into my ears
and I started to cry.
Quietly
in the silent class
nothing except for your happiness
filling the gaps.
And she was beside me.
Before, when she understood,
or when I thought she did,
I could have had a hand to hold me up.
But the room was dead
except for your jokes
and your merriment.
And her face was the reflection
of every blank, dead stare
that I ever gave her.
I can't sleep through this.
There's nothing in your sound but hollow
and there's nothing in my ears but blood
and you have just evaporated.
I felt my chest
give way.
10/21/2004 Author's Note: And the landscape is empty. And everyones in love with themselves. And my voice stretches out to forever. But he's there to catch you, so you can breathe easy. You used to catch me.
Posted on 10/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 10/22/04 at 03:36 PM Your gonna hate me for using a quote but, "Don't worry, I'll catch you." |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 10/25/04 at 06:31 AM In the OJ from concentrate....And her face was the reflection
of every blank, dead stare
that I ever gave her.
There's nothing in your sound but hollow
and there's nothing in my ears but blood
and you have just evaporated......these are the strongest, most potent, acidic lines. searingly brilliant .
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| Posted by Anita Mac on 10/26/04 at 03:23 AM This is very powerful. Sad to read and easy to relate to. |
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