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My Dreams Woke Me Up So I Could Write This...
Maybe there really is just something wrong with me,
that I feel so
absolutely,
terribly
lonely
in this
giant
empty
bed,
in this
giant
empty
room,
with these
giant
empty
dreams,
Stirring me from my cold empty sleep
Like a cheap ceramic mug of cold coffee;
chipped and jagged along the edges,
Lying curled up in this sad little ball of
giant
empty
loneliness.
My mind can't wrap around the reasons why
So many people tell me that I am fine
When this keeps happening
Again and again,
Almost every single night:
A cold empty heart and a screaming mind
Blindly trying to find a way out
As I reach out into the dark for you.
Night after
Cold
Empty
Night.
Maybe there really is just something wrong with me.
that I feel so
absolutely,
terribly
lonely
in this
giant
empty
bed,
in this
giant
empty
room,
with these
giant
empty
dreams,
Stirring me from my cold empty sleep
Like a cheap ceramic mug of cold coffee;
chipped and jagged along the edges,
Lying curled up in this sad little ball of
giant
empty
loneliness.
My mind can't wrap around the reasons why
So many people tell me that I am fine
When this keeps happening
Again and again,
Almost every single night:
A cold empty heart and a screaming mind
Blindly trying to find a way out
As I reach out into the dark for you.
Night after
Cold
Empty
Night.
Maybe there really is just something wrong with me.
Published 29th Apr 2015
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Anonymous
29th Apr 2015 1:56pm
i find myself thinking similar thoughts before bed, almost dreading the tundra beside me as i try to sleep...
... poignant & relatable Sammy xo
... poignant & relatable Sammy xo
Anonymous
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29th Apr 2015 2:35pm
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29th Apr 2015 3:24pm
Sammy, this poem is so big and so empty, holds an ocean of despair. Beautifully written.
29th Apr 2015 3:35pm
To say there's nothing wrong is an empty platitude. I do know how you feel. Loneliness is hard to shake. I've become used to sleeping alone. And, yes, a screaming mind. I wish your dreams hadn't woken you, but at least you managed to write this down and share. That says a lot right there. Thank you, my friend.
29th Apr 2015 3:59pm
Heart sink of a write...that aside, I like the structure here. Calculated on some level but chaotic in the need for reasoning. Self doubt, loneliness,we all live with this. You're never really alone. Fine lines.
