The night consumes me

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    The night consumes me

    I go to bed crying and wake just the same
    the flame no longer flickers
    I plead for what is to come
    PANICK... the hole enlarges
    I clutch my chest
    ... Can't Breath
    My heart and stomach twisting
    Sleep soon consumes my body
    ... I dream with him
    He holds my face in his hands
    eyes locked on each other
    lips touch
    hearts beating as one
    We are complete
    He embraces me against his chest
    Pain... gone
    I wake again the same
    …shaking can't breath
    I curl into a ball
    Wanting nothing more than to dream again
    forget forget forget
    A new day to go to bed crying
    and wake just the same

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    omegacooke commented on The night consumes me

    07-07-2009

    Honey your inter BEAUTY of Lonely comes to my thoughts as I read this I remember my 1st Love how he broke my heart.!!When I was 16 he had graduated from high school and I had one more year to go he signed up for the AirForce and as I said my goodbyes to him at the TRAIN STATION he said honey I LOVE you and u know that but please date other boys for we both are young and I want lye too u I will date other girls .MY grandmother was with us and after the kiss goodby she said Cookie Baby that boy don,t love you or he would have asked u to wait for him!My grandmother was a very wise old soul but a day don,t go by that I don't think of him and now I am 66! Married to the next man who came into my life my Senior year.Married now for 47 years and 3 sons later but a lot of sad and lovely moments to write about OPEN another door sweetheart GOD LOVES U and so do I COOKIE

    elmo commented on The night consumes me

    03-03-2009

    i know that feeling. like the poem. ceep it up

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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