B.. Alexander

The Worst Time - Poem by B.. Alexander

Horizontal rain peppers my hair
Broken mirrors laugh somewhere
Hurried feet melt with the street
Escaping heat begs for a sheet

The worst time, the blackest yet
Litters my mind, What did I get

Awoken in a room I knew too well
Jaring senses; an unfamiliar smell
New eyes, new hair filling everywhere
Chest demanding air, anywhere elsewhere

The worst time, my darkest ever
Clutters my mind, I swore I'd never

The worst time yet
What did I get


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 30, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 12, 2009

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