Still Waiting

Still Waiting

A Poem by Shayla Sayer
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(goodnight kisses are sometimes taken for granted...)

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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

© 2012 Shayla Sayer


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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.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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

Posted 6 Years Ago


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



Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Shayla Sayer
Shayla Sayer

Fontana, CA



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i love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..

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A Poem by Shayla Sayer