Close Your Eyes

Close Your Eyes

A Poem by Gabby Nieves

I didn't feel sick
staring through the window
at everyone living
But I've missed you,
you know
Watching as the sun
paints emotion on the sky
I sit and wait
until it catches up with my mood
it's a waste of time
trying to close my eyes,
or look away
You must not see
that you're the lucky one
And Lord knows I don't wanna compete
but still, I sit and wait
resting my head on the windowsill
I wonder if you know
I haven't slept in days
And if you miss me too,
when you can't seem to close your eyes

© 2015 Gabby Nieves


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Those haunting thoughts. I understand this poem. Wishing and hoping for something far away from our reach. I like the flow of the thoughts leading to the every good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I know the pain..and I put up walls...only recently to come down...to be alive again...not just survive. Nice poem Gabby!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Gabby Nieves

9 Years Ago

Well I'm truly glad to hear that one of us can put down their walls and feel.. well something, anyth.. read more
This is actually kind of sweet. Feeling a connection to another person is rare. Being away from that person....hell. I think just about everybody can relate to this.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Gabby Nieves

9 Years Ago

lol sweet.... seems foreign to me
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Gee
Tinged with sadness and longing,never been there,thank God.Sweet write

Posted 9 Years Ago


Gabby Nieves

9 Years Ago

thank you for the review (:
Those haunting thoughts. I understand this poem. Wishing and hoping for something far away from our reach. I like the flow of the thoughts leading to the every good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one really touches me... the emotional draw is because I felt it on my own and know firsthand the hum of electricity in the wiring at two and three AM, the scratchiness of my eyes, the hollow sound in my ears, the "deadness" of the air...

Posted 9 Years Ago



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