by Carissa Dewey

there is a sort of loneliness
it’s a lower place
something I can barely
fit here
and outside that empty
tree dripping bark

in bed- I watch it.


Posted on 04/01/2013
Copyright © 2021 Carissa Dewey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/05/13 at 10:20 PM

Definitely haunting, and something I can relate to in my own way, being a regular bird of the wee hours.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/07/13 at 12:17 AM

"and outside that empty tree dripping bark" - I like all of this, but especially these lines. Definitely a lonely place "here" and even when you look outside, there is no relief.

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