Existentialism

Awakened from a deep slumber



A burning hunger in her mind
Stumbling,


half asleep



out of her empty bed
Without fear of waking anyone

For there is no one besides her to wake

Sluggishly


down


creaky wooden stairs




Surrounded
By an eerie feeling of loneliness

she’s quite familiar with

Arthritic hands grip the knob


With a flick of a wrist






Darkness swallows her

Holding her head
She leans on the shaky porch railing

And wraps her wrinkled lips around
cancer,
bronchitis,

and relief,









all in one;

Reflects on life
wrong decisions made
lost relationships

and friends

And she realizes just how alone she is

Just one old friend left

She lifts her head,

sees him
still smiling back

“Goodnight my friend, goodnight man on the moon.”





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IgniteTheAirwaves This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 13, 2009 at 7:46 am
This poem is so good, jooooolieeee! I know that it's supposed to be more staggered spacing, but the site doesn't do that for you. I lvoe the images, and how she's wrapping ehr lips around relief.
 
jooooolieeee replied...
Oct. 13, 2009 at 7:54 am
Thank you IgniteTheAirwaves:) I love youuu
 
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