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When you're up late, worrying, while the world is asleep. Trying to figure out how you are feeling. That's me. That girl is me.

When the night is silent

yet your thoughts so loud

here's what you feel

here's what I feel

I feel like there's no place to scream

no place to cry

no place to explode in pieces

of how you left me

And then I become quiet

even my breathing makes no sound

Was it my broken bones

my empty body

my wrecked soul

What was it

that made you leave

the way you did

Because all I long for

in the darkest hours of the night

is you to call me

home

Reviews

[Andy Brown]

Nicely written. This piece works in a few different ways. I assume it was written from the perspective of person, but after I finished it, I reread it and it made me think of an animal or family pet that has been left behind somewhere somehow. After reading it from that perspective, it made it more sad to me. Nice job, again.

[Jasmijn]

I've never saw this poem the way you see it with the pet. But it's personal to filll in. I'm glad you liked it!

[Elizabeth Mars]

Wow, very sad piece. Personally this reminds me of a broken love or a broken friendship. In the beginning, the poem starts with a comparison, between 'you' and 'I', then breaks off into a heartfelt confession of darkness. Great work!

[Jasmijn]

Thank you so much! I wish you all the love