Boundless
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Boundless
Boundless are the dull edges of this half empty bed I sink lower with every passing day because the thick full sheets are not nearly warm enough to comfort me Boundless are the heavy hours I wait impatiently for you The pillow beside me has been inquiring about your where-abouts Because the days of the week have lost their months Like this resting place has lost its relief There is no dead weight beside me Nothing is dead but the silence The pillow beside me is holding on to your indent It is driving me mad I can’t even sleep |
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| What a beautifully sad endearing poem that screams out longing in the truest definition. The whole imagery of being alone was so awesomely captured. My only suggestion is to work on the layout to make it more appealing visually | Posted on 2005-02-12 00:00:00 | by edthepoet | [ Reply to This ] | i dont think that feeling could have been said much better if at all. great poem and i can relate in amounts i rather not consider. <sigh>... as i reread it i think that is exactly how i feel. "The pillow beside me has been inquiring about your where-abouts" is my fav line. take care and keep writin. |  | Posted on 2005-02-12 00:00:00 | by snacky fish | [ Reply to This ] | I agree with six_grey. So sad. If I were to give any advice I would more than definately add more to the ending. Other than that I like the poem through and through. Keep writing | Blessed Be! | Posted on 2005-02-12 00:00:00 | by Sarah Leger | [ Reply to This ] | Soooo sadd, so lonely... Awww- now I’m sadd- even if my grrrl hogs the bedd- at least she is there... - Peace, love and unattainable, untrainable circus midgets with hangovers and badd haircuts- ~#6- | | Posted on 2005-02-12 00:00:00 | by Six_Grey | [ Reply to This ] | |
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