![]() Sixteen MessagesA Chapter by MachinaWriter![]() The fifth poem in my compilation, A Tragic Story...![]() 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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Added on September 17, 2012Last Updated on September 17, 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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