by Alisa Js
he sat there with his mouth hanging
staring into nothingness
and couldn't look away
it was too soon
bordering on insanity,
no one wins
and stumbled into bed
Posted on 10/12/2009
Copyright © 2023 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.