The Fear of Midnight

April 23, 2010
By Kristain BRONZE, Mesa, Arizona
Kristain BRONZE, Mesa, Arizona
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It’s midnight, and the longer I think
The more I reminisce, the more that I drink.

With just one shot, the pain starts to fade,
Carrying me back to the memories we made.
I remember sitting there
Holding nothing but your hand.
I remember being scared
Of what I didn’t understand.

Two shots in and I can hear you speak.
Broken promises that deemed me weak.
I cry and I fight,
To say how I love you.
But the tears fall too hard
To say it all through.

Three shots past and you’re by my side.
No turning back; Nowhere else to hide.
Come here little angel,
Let me hold you once more,
So I can tickle and squeeze you
As I did once before.

Four shots down , you vanish again.
Damaged and lost, unable to fend.
Where have you gone?
I need my best friend.
Take me along.
Please, don’t leave me again.

The author's comments:
We all have to deal with loss somehow. Whether it be a with love, family, or your best friend

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korhel said...
on Jun. 25 2010 at 2:44 am
korhel, Rockhampton, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"I wish I had the guts to walk away and forget about you... But I can't because I know you won't come after me... And that's what hurts the most."

Great poem:) 5 stars

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