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under the scyamore tree
if i weren't
already dead,
i may attempt
to dig
my way out
of this tomb,
this too little
dirt covered
hotel room,
no charges,
no room service,
no checkout times,
at least
my bed
is always made,
but no one
leaves chocolate
on my pillow.
already dead,
i may attempt
to dig
my way out
of this tomb,
this too little
dirt covered
hotel room,
no charges,
no room service,
no checkout times,
at least
my bed
is always made,
but no one
leaves chocolate
on my pillow.
Published 5th Jul 2023
Author's Note
i realize this is darker than what i normally write, to those that this poem may bother, i apologies in advance.
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5th Jul 2023 1:45am
It's a great poem. It feels more wistful than dark, though the frustration is clear.
5th Jul 2023 1:47am
I loved the darker tone. I love when you experiment a little. Never apologize, your poems are always really good.
5th Jul 2023 2:03am
5th Jul 2023 6:06am
I felt bleak and grey more than a darker hue when I read this poem. This piece is different from your norm, but it is as poignant just the same
5th Jul 2023 9:39am
