When the light bounces off the linoleum
I will stay very still
And hope that he doesn't wake
Because then he will go.
As the sheets of my bed
Grow warm in the sun
He will wake from a nightmare
To mine that's already begun.
While he goes for a smoke
I will put on my clothes
And he wont say a word
But I'm beginning to choke.
When he laces his shoes
I will beg him to stay
I do so in whispers
And I'm not surprised when he bats me away.
As I sit by the sink
Watching dust dance in the mirror
I know he'll be back
But in a terrible state.
When the light finally fades
And he stumbles in
In a poorly concealed cloak of
Cannabis and gin.
And I cant bear to leave him
Because I don't want to be alone
But slowly we suffocate each other
There's no good way this can end.
When the light bounces off the linoleum
I will stay very still
And pray that when he does wake
This time he won't go.
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31 Days Of Imagination (Poetry)
PoezjaI set myself a challenge for this month to write a new thing every day. This is the outcome, I hope you like it. I will be adding stuff as I go along. NOTE- PLEASE DON'T JUST READ THE FIRST POEM IN THIS SERIES, MAYBE CHOOSE ONE AT RANDOM! :)
