A Thanksgiving to Remember

God damn you. The next time I see you...

Their shrieks and shrills

Wake me still

At 4:30 each night

My ears are filled

 

The vivid pictures of your bloody body

What was I to think? You’re life has been so shoddy.

The needle between your tangled limbs

It seemed you’d finally paid for all your sins.

 

I shook you

I shook you hard.

You didn’t respond.

B*****d.

 

Author's Note

Sometimes there's no one I can talk to about the things which are upsetting me.

Reviews

[ashley]

even thow this story was short it was very well written and thats hard to do in short poems

[Wildecat]

Poetry is a wonderful way to vent. I like people who tell it like it is.