My Blanket
I once saw the light but someone flipped the light-switch,Now I see nothing but darkness, which makes me twitch,
I hate to think about sleeping all alone,
Or never talking on the precious phone,
It rings so much but it's never in my sight,
I can't seek it because this lack of any light,
So I hide under my blanket so very silent,
For I don't really want to be treated violent,
Now my friends wonder why I don't answer their calls,
Why I won't talk to them during all their little free-falls,
Well I cry for them and wish I were there,
But some of my relatives don't even care,
They tell me to move on and I will be all okay,
But I can't live without them close to me to stay,
So I sit back and refuse and I cry,
Sometimes I wish I would even die,
But under my blanket death does not enter,
Because it would throw gravity off-center,
And the ruler would beat holes in my thin flesh,
And stain my blanket with blood so red and fresh,
Then in pain I would very aggressively yelp,
But no one is left here to come and help,
So I cry in sorrow and in severe pain,
From day to day I grow more insane,
I would love to go to the car and crank it,
But to this bed I am bound by my blanket.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-03-24 at 00:09
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