(2001) Aftermath Poem by Deana Rode

Deana Rode

West Covina, CA

(2001) Aftermath

Rating: 2.8


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 OF THE POEM
Shane Clawson 09 November 2007

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!

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Deana Rode

West Covina, CA
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