Early Hours

Baylee

3 a.m.

his subconscious paints

all the angles of her face

distorting them, as if

unintentional

despite what his conscience self

wants

 

4 a.m.

sleep still unreachable

the memories storming in

uninvited

and unwanted

swamping every corner of his mind

 

Every promise

he once believe in

now empty and defective

the thought of her absence

crippling

 

5 a.m.

the harsh noise of the alarm

telling him bluntly

more torture is on its way

what they commonly call education

 

The place where

he can look

but not touch

not feel her skin

underneath his fingertips

 

The place where

he is visible to everyone

but her

 

And that fact alone

twists the knife deeper and deeper

into his chest

every day.

 

  • Author: Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2017 08:51
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 18
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  • ShannonXx

    A great write

    • Baylee

      Thank you

    • FredPeyer

      Very well written, Nicole. Even though these times are far, far back in the past, your excellent poem made me remember!

      • Baylee

        I'm glad I could refresh some memories. Thank you



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