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Please let me sleep
by Ginette T BelleEarly morning snow
Mixed with one churning stomach
Sleep escapes me under the covers
Where I am hopelessly falling
Down, down to this unreachable place
Wish it would just come to me
On a platter or plate
So close to my doorway
So far from inside
This is some form of torture I am sure
To see her in sitting in my seat 11/17/2002 Posted on 11/17/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/17/02 at 02:46 PM Ouch! Love how this poem tumbles the reader down also to that final painful, evocative, 'says it all' line. |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 11/17/02 at 06:08 PM I can't say it any better than Chris, so...DITTO!
Well done.
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| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 11/25/03 at 09:20 PM what a heartdropping piece...and a visible scar. |
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