My Nightmare

by John Bowlby   Nov 2, 2005


You lie there,
In the hospital bed,
My worst nightmare,
You're bleeding from the head.

I asked you not to do it,
I begged you not to go,
Now you're bleeding from the hit,
Your heartbeat starts to slow.

I hold your bloody hand,
The glass cut you like a knife,
Away slips the sand,
From your hourglass of life.

Your hourglass breaks on the floor,
I cry for the first time in years,
Your life no more,
It fulfills my biggest fears.

I cannot live without you,
I cannot live at all,
I stab myself too,
On top of you I fall.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Dontay

    Thats so sad but beautiful

  • 19 years ago

    by John Bowlby

    This poem dedicated to my amazing and beautiful girlfriend. Love you Amber.

  • 19 years ago

    by Ameeee

    I love you JOHN

  • 19 years ago

    by Ameeee

    Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ur the best

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