The Night Before

Sitting on the edge of my bed
head bowed, trying hard to remember
the night before.

Had we fought?
eyes sore, I looked down at the floor
strewn with empty beer cans and cigerettes.

Carpet stained, with red puddles
a knife I hold in my hand
dropping it, it clatters on the floor
splatters bloodstains up the wall.

A tear runs down my cheek
footsteps approach my door
loud

Knock Knock

Arrested now, bound in chains
if only I could remember
the night before.

Reviews

[Corset]

how often does this sort of thing really happen, it's thoughts like these that keep me single, been under the gun too many times myself by those who love you and then make a mess of you. But this captures so well the after effects of a spat gone terribly wrong from being too inebriated.

[linear]

Thank you Miss ?
You are my soul reader...is there a metaphor there ;0)

[Corset]

Ms./ by reason of too old to be a miss or too smart or too silly, stubborn or emancipated for Mrs.
but she's double checking ...again.

[Circe]

an interesting plot of mystery in this piece, it leads to question what could have caused such a violent scene.. the interpretation is up to the reader.

[Jen]

the poem is a good flow of emotions...

[Kitalia Emme]

This paints such a dark picture. Is it linked to Marie? As reading them both it seems to weave a tragic and poetic story. If this is the case I would love to know what others are linked, and in what order they should be read.

[Wórdsmíth]

Quiet thrilling! Sometimes, we are failed to recognize what loves carries to the streams of our heart but, most of the times, we come to know ... what we should know "The night before" ... `bout "faith, pleasure & `bout the heart" to stay away of the buckets of tears. Nice imagery.