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Cold bed

I wake up in the morning,
The sheets still cold on your side of the bed.
I wake up in the morning,
And wonder if this will ever end?

I Wander to the kitchen,
And Swallow a cup of go,
I wake up your children,
And off to school in a row.

I set back on the couch,
And the tears start to flow,
Another pHuct up morning,
Trapped with no where to go

Softly in the other room,
I hear my Willow wake,
Her precious little voice,
Always takes the pain away.

Hours pass by quietly,
As we watch her favorite shows,
It's because of this angel,
I never wanted to know,
Why my bed is empty,
And just where the hell you were!

Soon your kids are home again,
And still no word from you.
Everyday it gets a little later,
Before I get a glimpse of you.

So hopeless is my heart,
I still cater to your needs,
Your words are like a razor,
Your eyes full of greed.

Before it's time for dinner,
Out the door you go,
You say you'll be back when your shift over.
But we both no that's a joke.

Your children go to sleep,
My angel in my arms.
I cradle and rock her to sleep,
Before I set the mourning alarm.
Alone I stare and start to weep,
As I forget about the day.

My Willow means everything to me,
So with this pain I will contend.
Like a grave I lay here and rot,
And contemplate the words you've said.

And yet another sunrise,
And I'm still all alone
And soon it all starts again,
Will I see you,
I don't think so.
Yesterday bleeds in to today.

You were always my everything
And God knows I've sinned,
I've accept all of your sorrys
But now you just shrug at mine.

Tomorrow comes and goes
And the blade speaks to me
I wish I had the strength
So I remind myself I Know my sweet little willow bug will always be with me

So what you've done and what you'll do begins to go numb

Cuz in the end it'll all fall apart and neither us will have won

For years I wait and try to stay close to you
Even tho those years have proven to be more painful then I could have ever knew. But here I am so faithful, I've waited for you dear,
After 10 years pass I finally hear you say I still love you my dear.






Written by anthonyeastman (Damon Orion)
Published | Edited 3rd Sep 2015
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