The Lonesome

by Mr M   Jun 30, 2007


Different psychiatrists
Who depend on strangers,
Appear in your nightly dreams.
They slam the door as they leave
And never agree with each other.
In the morning, the bed
Crumbles at your touch
And it becomes painfully obvious
That even death can't bring relief.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ingrid

    I agree, when you die you take yourself with you.

    5/5
    Ingrid

  • 17 years ago

    by Sweet lig

    Oh thats real!! its not long enough but very meaninful...