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Tired
I guess I am just tired
Why am I still trying?
Lonely hotel beds for a week
Alone with my thoughts
I don't know what to think
Swimming with thirst
For a taste of the drink
Seducing,
Consuming this tomb of ennui
Silence holds its special exception
Against the flushing of unquestioned friction
Darkness folds with force of starched linen;
Neatly
Cleanly
Creases press deeply into gasping breaths
As sobs clench tight against night air.
Stars crash into synapses like quicksilver,
Silence whispers like steel against scabbard
"Shhhhhh"
He waits for days to fade to nostalgia
When slumber slips off her satin shift
Wrapping him in sated repose
Why am I still trying?
Lonely hotel beds for a week
Alone with my thoughts
I don't know what to think
Swimming with thirst
For a taste of the drink
Seducing,
Consuming this tomb of ennui
Silence holds its special exception
Against the flushing of unquestioned friction
Darkness folds with force of starched linen;
Neatly
Cleanly
Creases press deeply into gasping breaths
As sobs clench tight against night air.
Stars crash into synapses like quicksilver,
Silence whispers like steel against scabbard
"Shhhhhh"
He waits for days to fade to nostalgia
When slumber slips off her satin shift
Wrapping him in sated repose
Published 16th Mar 2016
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16th Mar 2016 4:05pm
A really emotional piece and your thoughts are right there, hanging on those stars brightly for all to see. Humbling slice of personal existence, Sammy.
16th Mar 2016 6:55pm
19th Mar 2016 8:11pm
a good thought provoking and passionate piece :-)
Really enjoyed this :-)
Really enjoyed this :-)
22nd Mar 2016 8:12pm
yes, a yearning is felt when reading this, nice... some odd reason the painting "Starry Night" kept popping in my head, stay strong Sammy...
