Deana Rode

Rookie (October 1980 / West Covina, CA)

(2001) Aftermath - Poem by Deana Rode

Sometimes I wonder if you feel it;
the residue of the love we shared
that's left in your bed;
if its fingers go through your body
and taunt you-distorting your dreams
like it does to me...

Every night when I lay
I feel you next to me;
your essence sleeping with me,
driving me mad with the lonliness it creates;
going through my very being while I dream,
twisting and turning my soul in half
until I wake up in a phsycotic state,
screaming for this nightmare to end...

Do you ever feel it?
Am I the only victim in this horrid game,
or do you sometimes long for the love we had
like I do every day...

Comments about (2001) Aftermath by Deana Rode

  • Shane Clawson (11/9/2007 10:56:00 AM)

    This is deep. Your poem makes me think of the horror film franchise Nightmare on Elm street. Don't ask. Anyways, please comment on my poems. Keep writing! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, April 6, 2012

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