haunts by Carissa Deweythere is a sort of loneliness
here
it’s a lower place
something I can barely
fit here
and outside that empty
tree dripping bark
in bed- I watch it.
03/31/2013 Posted on 04/01/2013 Copyright © 2025 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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