1 am
At the bar just crying
The glass is empty
And your money is dried up
2 am
On the sidewalk stumbling
Left, right, left
And you’re hitting the ground
3 am
In this endless city
Lights are burning
But your fire has gone out.
4 am
At my door you’re pounding
“Can I come in?
I need someone to talk.”
5 am
In my bathroom dying
Spilling your guts
To me and the porcelain
6 am
On the freeway flying
The sun is rising
And I’m taking you home.
Author notes
Mission Impossible
I wanted to enter, and not pre-write.
So Again I wrie at 2 am because I can't sleep.
Whatever.
I lose.
Written August 5th, 2006
A contest entry
- Invites Only! by Enchanted Butterfly.
400 points, ended August 8, 2006, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I really, really like this... I like how it goes by the hours, and describes the whole night... Excellent piece. :]
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Here is your applause and 7 points m'dear!
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Actually, that was pretty good!!!! Your form was nicely done. Thanks for entering and good luck!
Nice to see you finally!
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