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Wake me up
by Sam RobertsThe sky blue rug tucks itself under my hair,
Over my wasted shoulders and covers negative space
Dispossessed from my bed, but a comfortable choice for now,
So the floor feels less lonely, and frankly so do I
No constraints, no thinking.
These rested legs dig my rutted stomach
This may be my only feeling, when you feel like a hollow head,
A detached spoon from its coffee
Once said, was that feeling is always with us
And maybe Im just sad and unattached,
All I feel now is your ghost
And how is that anything?
It doesnt hurt or bruise me,
Just cuts straight through me
05/02/2005 Posted on 05/02/2005
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 05/06/05 at 12:34 AM very atmospheric , the imagery is haunting. |
| Posted by Robin Patterson on 01/07/06 at 04:46 PM Sam- I love the last line....really wraps it up nicely! You have penned this one well:)Keep writing I'd like to read more of your work!- Robin |
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