![]() Sixteen MessagesA Poem by MachinaWriter![]() A poem![]()
It’s
eight in the morning I’m
having trouble forming Thoughts,
I’m caught Inside
my own head Smoking
a cigarette, I still have yet, -to
settle into bed I’m
already started Drinking,
my mind further sinking I
try to stop thinking About
you leaving in your car But
it’s hard Especially
between two AM And
the opening of the bar The
bed’s unmade, the bills unpaid A
notice on the door But
I lack conviction, bring the eviction I
don’t want to live here anymore Beep. Sixteen
new messages, -waiting
on the machine. But
I’m drinking the rest of this, So
I turn off the stupid thing. A
knock on my door, a friend says they’re worried. They
know I hurt, but I have to work I’ll
lose my job if I don’t hurry. But
I sit and stare, I
go nowhere, the friend decides to leave. I’ve
lost my will, to move or feel Or
even try to breathe. The
dishes sit in a rancid pit That
used to be the sink I
think… I
really can’t be certain. The
view outside, I try to hide Behind
a makeshift curtain, -of
blankets I nailed over the view Because
I burnt the ones you bought They
reminded me of you. There’s
cracks upon the glass Of
all our photographs Of
you when you were with me, I
ripped them down, after I failed to drown Myself
in a bottle of whiskey A
few days pass, and at last There
comes another knock But
they have a key I
come to see As
the door becomes unlocked But
I don’t move or look I really don't even care My friend walks in I
stay sitting in my chair Silent,
unmoving As
my friend gets his viewing -Of
the mess inside my apartment The
dirty clothes, the broken chairs The
stains of booze on the carpet I
don’t try to fight, it’s too late at night I’ve
had too much to drink He
says I need to leave I
need to breathe. Get
some fresh air, we’ll go somewhere and
leave this f*****g chair. He
takes me out, we get something to eat. The
entire time, I can feel his eyes Bearing
into me. “I
know it’s hard, you loved her, man, -but
you have to move on.” He
says, but I simply shake my head. “I
need to leave,” I suddenly scream “I’ve
been gone for far too long!” He
grabs me then, I shake again I
try to look away. But
I can’t retreat, he then repeats What
I haven’t been able to say. “She’s
dead! She’s dead! And
nothing will bring her back!” I
shake and cry, because I can’t deny What
I’ve known to be a fact. I
crumble to the street, and lean against the wall My
friend hands me a smoke, And
tears begin to fall. She’s
dead, she’s gone, I’m truly alone I
realize and try to breathe, There’s
sixteen messages on the machine, But
sixteen she didn’t leave. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on September 16, 2012 Last Updated on September 16, 2012 Author![]() MachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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