by Alisa Js

he sat there with his mouth hanging
no words,
staring into nothingness
I wondered
and couldn't look away

it was too soon
too fast
why push?
these insecurities.
bordering on insanity,
no one wins
like this

I ran
and stumbled into bed
my own.


Posted on 10/12/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/12/09 at 06:15 AM

You sure know how to write a suicidal poem! I feel like I want to either get drunk or go back to bed!!! Great piece Sweet Alisa!

Posted by George Hoerner on 10/12/09 at 12:59 PM

We sometimes have no where to go with our insecurites except to bed. Nicely done lady.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/12/09 at 04:47 PM

...at least you don't have to smell his morning breath...alone is good.

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