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Disguise
The house has been eerily quiet now
A faucet is dripping in the distance
It’s fairly empty, my halls and walls
It’s been threatening my very existence
My mug is on the counter, by a round spot
— worn where another one used to sit...
I craved this silence, I welcomed my lonely
But it feels more now like a deep dark pit
The steady dripping from the rusty faucet
I didn’t realize how it’s threatened my sanity
The blank walls and lightly dusty halls
Emptiness has been tugging at my humanity
I feel lost, like I’m out of my element
Nobody is around and I haven’t been outside
This bed is far too big, far too desolate
Not sure how many nights it’s seen me cry
I stare up at the ceiling as if I can see beyond
Past all my loud and grumbling neighbors
My mind is wandering the universe and yet
My heart has been doing me no favors
I ache for the tendrils of love, a home
Most find solace in another soul’s eyes
I haven’t been there yet, though I wander,
Then shrink back into my sorted disguise
A faucet is dripping in the distance
It’s fairly empty, my halls and walls
It’s been threatening my very existence
My mug is on the counter, by a round spot
— worn where another one used to sit...
I craved this silence, I welcomed my lonely
But it feels more now like a deep dark pit
The steady dripping from the rusty faucet
I didn’t realize how it’s threatened my sanity
The blank walls and lightly dusty halls
Emptiness has been tugging at my humanity
I feel lost, like I’m out of my element
Nobody is around and I haven’t been outside
This bed is far too big, far too desolate
Not sure how many nights it’s seen me cry
I stare up at the ceiling as if I can see beyond
Past all my loud and grumbling neighbors
My mind is wandering the universe and yet
My heart has been doing me no favors
I ache for the tendrils of love, a home
Most find solace in another soul’s eyes
I haven’t been there yet, though I wander,
Then shrink back into my sorted disguise
Published 4th Jun 2019
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4th Jun 2019 11:29pm
Dripping and walls and lonely empty bed makes me feel like this poem is about a lonely housewife fantasizing about an intruder breaking in and giving that long thang to her. But I been wrong before.
4th Jun 2019 11:43pm
Hahaha, a break in is not necessary! Not totally wrong. The dripping is just the... echo of the silence. Thanks for the read, InkerPoet, as well as the comment and love❤️
5th Jun 2019 3:56am
5th Jun 2019 6:13am
It comes and goes, thankfully. Happier when it goes though :P thank you for the read, comment and love, FeNyX❤️
7th Jun 2019 9:13am
Oh I agree. It can also be deafening.
Thank you for the read, the comment, and the love ❤️ kudos, Liv
Thank you for the read, the comment, and the love ❤️ kudos, Liv
7th Jun 2019 10:22am
7th Jun 2019 6:42pm
beautiful heart breaking lines of loneliness
hiding from a feared love what I read
nice ink
hiding from a feared love what I read
nice ink
7th Jun 2019 6:49pm
Lonely, yes, maybe yearning for a real love but also... comfortable in the settled lonely. I'm happy It was well received :)
Thank you for the read, the comment, and the love, kudos, Liv
Thank you for the read, the comment, and the love, kudos, Liv
7th Jun 2019 6:53pm
