Sleeping Alone Poem by Eric Cockrell
Sleeping Alone
Rating: ★4.5
sleeping alone...
tastes like burnt wood chips,
three days after the fire.
yesterday's cold cup of coffee,
spider webs, and bones.
metal shavings,
and empty boxes.
bullets on the shelf.
the broken edge of the cup,
blood on the tip of the tongue.
dust, and brown leaves,
the first winter freeze.
sleeping alone...
tastes like death!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
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4/24/2024 7:06:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem of emotion, A great write.