The pain came quick
It happened so fast
How could you do that?
Dad came to tell me,
And he wasn’t gentle
He didn’t sugar-coat it.
He never does.
The hurt is lodged
In what’s left of my heart
There’s no escape from this pain
It won’t leave me alone.
Now dreary, endless days pursue me
Dreamless nights silently haunt me
And the winking, far-off stars
Laugh at me in merciless glee.
I stare into murky, swirling clouds
In the cup, grown cold in my hands
I am left sitting up, lonely in the night
Drinking cold coffee and playing my guitar.
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
