The Empty Bed

empty-bed

Empty and alone she cries

Reaching out in the dark

Alone and lonely she lies.

Sheets and room so stark.

He is gone never coming back

Disappeared from her life

The pain and it’s attack

From no longer being wife.

The past comes to visit late

Pokes its boney finger

To whisper and berate

Haunt and linger.

In the daylight, she is fine

Can push away the dark

But at night even with her wine

It is bitter, empty and stark.

Was it her hateful words that did it?

Or her cold heart

Doesn’t matter now can’t rid it

Can’t make it go or start.

Leaves her there in the cold

Where warmth was instead

She spins and is rolled

into her empty bed.

3 comments

  1. marilynmunrow · September 28, 2015

    Reblogged this on Marilyn Munrow and commented:
    Love this, so apt sugar. Empty bed syndrome i call it. hahahahahahahaha

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  2. M&M, Inc. · September 28, 2015

    Reblogged this on Phoenix Rising From the Ashes and commented:
    Does she think we are unable to see the truth? Play the games you will…..you have no life without the games. Very lonely you must be……brought on by your games!

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  3. ally1lakeside · September 28, 2015

    Reblogged this on ally1lakeside.

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