The Eclectic Pen - ALONE


By: Sherry B. (too-crazy)  
Date Submitted: 1/8/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 159
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  Here I sit~
alone...
Feeling just that.

Hearing nothing but
the leaky faucet dripping
one
single
drop
at a time.

Seeing nothing but
you and me
in the lonely memory
of my mind.

Feeling nothing but
loneliness...
emptiness...
confusion...

I wish we could have worked things out,
But as time changes,
so do we.

And here I sit~
alone~
listening to the faucet
drip...
drip...
drip...


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Lindsay M. (theresacowinmypants) - 1/9/2007 9:18 AM ET
Repetition is good, it works well for this poem. But overuse of periods gets a little repetitive, and is most cases is not needed. Keep them after the drips, but maybe omit them other places. Good job!
Carmela M. - 1/9/2007 8:28 PM ET
The single words add to the sense of the faucet dripping. I like your poem.
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