Pining for him

by emily   Mar 9, 2005


Rolled up
Huddled in a corner
Tiny fists clenched with anger
Gritted teeth
Rocking like a cradle to comfort my feeble sole
Thumb in my mouth
Tears rolling down my face
Dripping, making a puddle here where I am placed
Torture drawn out far too long
I am nothing
When you are gone
Counting the seconds until you come home
Until I next see you
Ill stay in my corner alone

*please excuse my spelling im dyslexic

~your comments would be much appreciated

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  • 19 years ago

    by Shadows Collide

    this is a nice poem, easy to relate to. Like the way its set out, different from most.