Woke up this morning
A sharp pain in my head
Want to get up
But lye there instead.
The room was spinning
My thoughts insane
Living this life
Is living in vain.
I think of you daily
I miss hearing your voice
It’s not as though
I was given a choice.
I exist living
Inside my own shell
Some say its Heaven
I call it Hell.
I saw the sky crying
And wished you were here
Day turned to night
With a drop of a tear.
So, here I am
Still in bed
Want to get up
But lye here instead.
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Author:
teardrop (
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Comments5
A feeling that I have had, so central to feeling a poem. It seems that I have been there and that is lovely
Thank you friend.
You are most welcome
Nice write!!
thank you.
My friend, I know that feeling of grief turning the simplest thing…like getting out of bed…into climbing a mountain. This captures that numb heaviness so clearly. The repetition at the end especially feels like the cycle starting all over again. Powerful write, teardrop. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hello friend. Thank you for reading me and truly understanding my words, Your imput means a lot to me.
lovely write
Thank you
Not sure if this is love lost, or death, but the pain resonates.
Life dictates you move on, and as humans, you must.
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