Still Waiting

(goodnight kisses are sometimes taken for granted...)

Still Waiting

 

She sits and listens,

But hears no footsteps creeping

To open up her bedroom door.

But still she’s waiting�"

For the press of lips to soothe her dream state.

Her world creeps by soundlessly

And the crickets still, waiting too

The quiet room shudders,

The pain deafening, dreams hovering in the still air

And she holds her breath,

Listening for the footsteps she knows will never come…

Finally she gives up

And whispers into the dark surrounding her bed

In a place where only monsters reside

Her soft, sorrowful voice breaks the silence

Shattering the hope dancing through the molecules of air

With her breathless, mournful words, that no one hears...

“Goodnight Mommy, I love you too.”

 

By: Shayla Sayer

Reviews

[Jinxz]

I like how its written. I always love poetry, but this one really speaks to me. Its sad, but that helps send the message. I like it.

[Brittany]

Oh my. How heart wrenching. You expressed this sad scenerio very well indeed.

[Andrea Vargas]

Your writing never fails. You have a way with words and I feel this piece conveys such beutiful longing. well penned, a perfect flow id agree

[The Analog Kid]

Such an air of sadness. Also, I liked the interesting word choice of molecules.

[Kent Smotherman]

Very, very nice piece. The pacing near the end was especially well done, building to the conclusion. Excellent work.