nothing can quiet the voices
in my head, in my heart, the
grief of hearing you explain
how you have no choice, but
to choose her and leave me
noises that mask themselves
in the silence of darkness
go ringing through my head
heedless of my weary state
torturing me with insomnia
no hope of sleep can reach me
i am a record stuck on repeat
grasping for shadows of silence
holding too tightly to the past
tomorrow i’ll forget you more
now i can only stare at darkness
imagine this life without you
gods know in time tears will dry
hey, i might nap in the morning
there’s hope for me after all
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Prompt #6 of the April 2014 Writer’s Digest Poem-A-Day Challenge
“For today’s prompt, write a night poem. Vampires and werewolves? Cool. Clubbing and saloons? You got it. Lovers together alone? Right. Ex-lovers alone on their own? Sure thing. You figure out your night poem–and, yes, (k)night poems are fine too.”
The poem is a repeated acrostic of the word “night”.
Link to the prompt:
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-6
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