Illianna Wolfsong Posted November 7, 2003 Report Posted November 7, 2003 Nighttime is the hardest Where is your voice when the night air is still? My pulse is deafening. Where is your touch when sleep just won't come? My skin is aching. Where is my happiness when I'm all alone? I've ripped it away. Where is the comfort in what I have done? I've sealed it in stone. Why is it that nights are the hardest to bear? I do dread them so. What will come of the mistakes I have made? I just do not know. Why is it so hard to just be alone? That one is simple... I do not like the company I am in. My pulse is deafening.
Appy Posted November 8, 2003 Report Posted November 8, 2003 Oh ahhh yes.. My pulse is deafening. dont' you just hate it when that happens.. not being able to sleep cuz of your own pulse in your ear.. *shudders a bit* Loved the poem, nice metaphores.. (I think that's what they're called ?)
Beautiful Nightmare Posted November 8, 2003 Report Posted November 8, 2003 awww *hugs* sorry all i can say! love the poem describes it well!
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