Go to bedA Poem by Beatrice MarsRamblings of a tired person.Dusty cat hair And long ago memories Of hospital corridors. I wish you'd never Come back, Even though I Wish I could speak to you Right now.
Trying to find reason In my life.
Empty, Chicken wings in the street, Feathers and blood mixed In a bowl on a babies High chair.
A bacon joint on the floor, (Bacon joint?)
I'm watching me sit at A desk and cry, Trying to figure out Why I'm sad, Wondering why I can't Hug you anymore?
Then I remember this monthly (Mind) F**k up That makes me cry And I convince myself That next week everything Will be great, Because there's nothing tragic about me.
Stop clicking bubbles And go to bed (x2)
Stop repeating yourself. Oh, but repition rocks!
Go to bed. Cold clammy feet And one sock on. Go to bed. Face hot from tears - GO TO BED.
(And forget to dream.)
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1 Review Added on January 30, 2011 Last Updated on January 30, 2011 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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