"Wrecked again" A poem by Quill

[Quill]

Alright, last night I had a very disturbing dream about some past drug problems I had in my life. When I woke up to write the dream down, I realized that my feelings closely paralelled what I imagine Willow was feeling while going through withdrawals at the end of wrecked.

"Wrecked Again"

The light swings
Turning the shadows upon themselves
Fading her form in and out of darkness
Washing out her trembling
Erasing her tears
As she waits
Counts each breath
Longing and begging
For the sheets to consume her
Leave nothing but the aching emptiness
Hollowing her hope
Hands balled tight
Grasping and clinging to themselves
Itching to touch and hold
something more than the nothingness
They've come to know so well
Shoulders tense and strained
Yearning for permission to fall
For something to bear
That is all hers and hers alone
Something to whisper into her dreams
To drive the webs from her mind
And look upon the withered remains
Of her misplaced heart
Cold
So cold
She shivers
And locks her eyes shut
To the trecherous light
As she swings back and forth
Between thoughts of life
And dreams of oblivion
Tired of existing for herself
Not ready to live for another
Craving a taste of something sweeter
Than her own haunted radiance.
~JH Quill

Let me know what you think.

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[boo]

wow... this literally brought tears to my eyes. it can be taken in so many ways.

but in any way, it's lovely.

beautiful.

[willow420]

Really well written. This is the type of poem that just about anyone can relate to. Great work.

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A.K.A. Liz
"What the frilly heck was that?" Willow in After Life

[tommo]

Some very painful imagery and ideas in this. That's probably why I rather enjoyed it. Heh.

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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock

[Jessie]

Such a poignant poem with so much sadness and pain. Thank you for sharing such a personal part of you with us.

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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"

[Quill]

Thank you all for the feedback. Poetry is very thereputic for me and this poem just seemed to fit Willow's circumstances so well, I couldn't let it sit in my book unread.

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"I'm a very self-centered poet...all of my poems are about 'I'. I can just picture it now, the title of my first book of poetry will be: 'An egocentric book of self-centered poems by someone arrogant enough to think someone would want to spend money on a book of poems about her selfish, boring existence'."
~"Josephine"