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.Sleepless. AM. Alone.

Tainted dreams and restless nights
Im dropped roughly into an insomniatic paradox.
I sit clutching my head between both hands Begging the Gods to make it end.
And my head swirls. Im drowning under inarticulate abstract thoughts
no matter how I try
I just. Can't. Reach.
(The simple story of my life)
I am left hopeless. Waiting. Faithlessly laying.
And the clock Tick. Tock. Ticks away
Until i'm left with aching eyes and shimmering sunlight
Damn the morning.

There was a time when we layed together.
The dreams were sweet and kisses tender.
Angels sang and even God surrendered to our peace.
Now I'm haunted by the impression you left on the bed.
Even though my nightmares are constant reminders,
In a way, you were never there.
Tears gather in my palms and the salt of them burns my eyes.
(the story of my life)
I am left haunted. Waiting. Faithlessly laying.
And the clock Tick. Tock. Ticks away
Until I'm left with an aching heart and another lonely sunrise.
Damn the morning.

I damn the Morning.

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On Saturday February 24th, 2007, An Expired Member (31) writes:

this made laughter rise in my throat. i needed it. thanks. this is great, by the way

On Sunday October 1st, 2006, Drifter (359) writes:

Poingiant piece, i think we've all had those nights. They seem to last forever yet end way too early. I also like the way you did the title.

On Thursday September 28th, 2006, A_Puppet_Show (204) writes:

Before I comment let me ask you where your name come from? Kruse that is, I got friends here in Denmark with that name. Actualy they are poetic aswell, and teachers :)

On Thursday September 28th, 2006, A_Puppet_Show (204) writes:

By damning the morning it all becomes realy painful. A strong, lonely and painful end that puts the rest in a clear perspective. I came to think of the day how hard it would be after all these emotions and such a night, and I read it again. Well written.

On Tuesday September 26th, 2006, An Expired Member (8) writes:

A contradiction to life itself, so its nice. Sounds a bit suicidal, and i wouldn't like that beautiful face of yours been burn forever. By the way, i think i met you it past life...

On Sunday September 24th, 2006, Mistress Shadow (356) writes:

I'd damn the morning too. This is bursting with emotion nat. ~T

On Sunday September 24th, 2006, dying angel (1340) writes:

"In a way, you were never there."....falling asleep with such heartache is nearly impossible. i can honestly say i get this. completely.

On Saturday September 23rd, 2006, K_Love (691) writes:

"even though the nightmares are constant reminders, in a way you were never there." Powerful write. The last line, perfection. Beautiful.

On Saturday September 23rd, 2006, Aunty Depressant (706) writes:

I don't know, sometimes it is best to kick em out when you're thru with them, so you don't have to hear the snoring! Tempurpedics leave the best impressions. I need my coffee. No, I do know how you feel, expressed well, faithlessly laying.

On Saturday September 23rd, 2006, thefairytaleheart (21) writes:

its so sad. :'( i love it. it leaves me feeling wounded. beautiful. wonderful. perfect.

On Saturday September 23rd, 2006, Markus Porkwing (714) writes:

Damn that morning... that empty morning... that empty impression in the bed... DAMN THE AM!

On Saturday September 23rd, 2006, carlosjackal (1656) writes:

Absolutely superb. A poem that's hard to fault and conveys the loneliness and desolation of lost love.

On Saturday September 23rd, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2404) writes:

if you're left haunted then you're not the only one...a very solemn solitary piece. I am cajouled into staying so I hope you are sticking around too...nice work again madam..Col.

On Friday September 22nd, 2006, TwilightMelodies (1072) writes:

"Until I;m left with an aching heart and another lonely sunrise. Damn the morning." *sighs* To awaken alone from a dream, wishing fervently it was reality, though you know it might never be again. Beautiful imagery. ~*Beth*~

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