Never leave

 I walk out the door to see your pretty face

    You stand there sobbing 

I sit on the porch swing and my head hangs low

 All you do is walk the front porch in a pace

I walk in the house and see a jar of pickled grenades on the table

   Next thing I know I'm in a car chase with the Fratteli's

I walk through the police station and get shot in the arm

   Now I'm back home and your even more unstable

I walk over to kiss you on the cheek

 But you just push me away with a jolt

You fall right before my eyes, and I start to cry

I fall to my knees, feeling too weak

The tears roll down my shirt sleeve

 As I try to revive you the best I can

  You say you love me with your strongest breath

The rest of my life is just bleak, never leave

Author's Note

A terrible Nightmare, still can't quit shaking :"(

Reviews

[Savannah Bly]

Wow! This is beautifully sad and full of painful emotion. Nightmare's haunt us until the day we die no matter how we try to rid them from our mind. That being said I think you did a wonderful job in capturing the imagery and expressing the painful thoughts! Well done! :)

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

I'm so glad you liked it :) It was the most realistic feeling nightmare I have ever had :( Oh well, anyways, thank you so much :)

[Bluefire]

It did seem like a dream of terrible endings (nightmare).
You did well describing it, and in a poem too. ^^

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

I'm so glad you liked it ^*^ I tend to have nightmares alot :/ so it helps to write them out ^*^

[Bluefire]

Aye, same here. I write mine down when I can't forget them, it always helps. ^^

[Bowers]

Full of suspence and emotion... creative but very dark, a dream I hope I never have and sympathize completely... wow, a very compelling piece, great write but I'm sorry it has to be so vivid in your mind.

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

I'm so glad you liked it :) I will be cursed till the day I die with the problem of nightmares. Believe it or not, it's actually a heredity trait I got from my mom.

[Bowers]

Are you serious!? I didn't even realize that was possible...

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

Sometimes we actually have the same dreams, it's really creepy, but it gives us something to talk about lol

[Bowers]

Wow that's weird... you have a super deep connection then? My sister and I do not havthe same dreams, but our dreams happen to .....well its like they tell the future, which is also creepy, and not many people believe us but its absolutely the truth... dreams are strange aren't they...!? You know, I as told that guys dream in black and when while girls dream in color.... but I'm not sure if that's true...

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

That happens to me too sometimes :D everyone just thinks I'm odd lol

[Bowers]

Lol well I'm glad we share that. Makes me feel less strange :D

[DIVYA]

A good, dramatic and interesting read. Love should be held on to fast till the very last. Well done.

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

Well said, well said :) I'm very glad you liked it, feel free to read more of my work anytime :)

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Beautifully written, there's so much sad emotion in this piece. Brilliantly executed.

Kaze~ :-D

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

Thank you so much :) I woke up and was shaking so bad lol, but anyways, I'm glad you liked it :)

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

OMG, that's no good. And it was my pleasure reading you poem. :-D

[daemok]

I don't know the reference to the second piece, but that's a sucky nightmare to have. Think happy thoughts >.< lol

[Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot]

The Fratteli's that I mentioned is the mom and two sons from the goonies, the gang. And the pickled grenades were just a random thing lol. And I'll try :)