Divorcing the stranger

Stolen Pencil420Stolen Pencil420 Posts: 119
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
In my pocket
A stranger resides
A stranger resides
On my bedside
Who is this?
I thought I knew
These broken rose petals
Are withering away
Where have you gone?
Where will I stay?

The children in bed
Dream nightmares
About monsters
As they slowly bled

I am out of touch
With the life I once had
He's still there
And I'm still mad
This pocket of mine
Still holds that ring
Diamond lies
With a cubic-zirconia sting

This tall stranger
Still lingers on
As my teenage daughter
Now sees what's going on
She smells the smoke
She hears the screams
The fights I and this stranger had
Are haunting her once pleasant dreams

Now the stranger's gone
Left my daughter broken
Thoughtless
Anxious
Depressed
I guess...

But I'm still upset
Pessimistic
Annoyed
Heading down
To an unwinding void
"Trying to be a person you're not is a waste of the person you really are."- Kurt D. Cobain (R.I.P February 20, 1967- April 5, 1994, we love u Kurt)



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