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I counted the time between Screams to fall asleep
by Timothy WilsonEvery night I added blood drops on my windowsill
She was drinking in the dark and he would wake up just to yell at her
They locked me in my room at this point
And I felt too old to live there
Still hoped with all my broken heart to die there
I was tender and hardened all at once
The victim and the killer
The bull and the butterfly
The puppet and the puppeteer
The fighting was so loud I couldn’t think where I left my coke bag
The bottle under my bed was getting low
Anxiety now rushed through my body in an invading swipe
The night I snuck out I had 20 dollars in my pocket
I had a heart full of hope
A body full of drugs
And I mind full of darkness
“I can’t sleep here for the love of god shut the hell up”
My head got rattled
He hit me again and again
“I can’t sleep with a migraine asshole”
I counted the time between the screams
02/04/2011 Posted on 02/04/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 02/04/11 at 07:03 PM This makes me sad. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/05/11 at 01:02 AM This is too familiar. Striking. |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 02/05/11 at 04:43 AM This is sad. I like how it's written.
The night I snuck out I had 20 dollars in my pocket
I had a heart full of hope
A body full of drugs
And I mind full of darkness
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