USWMachine
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Hey this is the first poem I've ever put on here, I'd love some feedback. Please be gentle.
One More Day
Blues on black surface
The dark room engulfs me
Mind racing in circles
Drowning in an open sea
Hands brace and push up
Ears hear the rain pour
The same repetitious dream
Trying to forget as I open the door
The bathroom mirror reflects
Quite the familiar face
Face goes down to the sink
Thoughts continue to race.
Inches covered with cloth
The car starts up and I drive
Asphalt lot completely silent
The gym empty when I arrive
Earplugs block out the storm
Hands wrapped, gloves on
Fists slam against leather
"Forget her, she's gone."
The phrase goes through his head
Over and over, burning
Hands slamming, skin ripping
Emotions steaming, turning
"Fuck her" pierces his mind
The bag shakes, the chain clinks
A primal growl emits and he stops
It stops and to his knees he sinks
Gloves slide off and so does tape
Knuckles red, ripped, in pain
"God dammit...." his lips move
The thoughts drive me insane
The glass door opens and out I walk
Standing there, I soak
Tears drop down my cheeks
So many feelings invoke
He wants to hate her, but he can't
How does he forget his best friend
How does he forget the way she felt
The way he could talk to her and not pretend
His fists hurt and they writhe
Nothing compared though to his heart
He'd give anything to see her eyes
To take it back to the beginning
To touch her skin, feel her heat
To everything she would say
To smell her scent again
Anything for just one more day
One More Day
Blues on black surface
The dark room engulfs me
Mind racing in circles
Drowning in an open sea
Hands brace and push up
Ears hear the rain pour
The same repetitious dream
Trying to forget as I open the door
The bathroom mirror reflects
Quite the familiar face
Face goes down to the sink
Thoughts continue to race.
Inches covered with cloth
The car starts up and I drive
Asphalt lot completely silent
The gym empty when I arrive
Earplugs block out the storm
Hands wrapped, gloves on
Fists slam against leather
"Forget her, she's gone."
The phrase goes through his head
Over and over, burning
Hands slamming, skin ripping
Emotions steaming, turning
"Fuck her" pierces his mind
The bag shakes, the chain clinks
A primal growl emits and he stops
It stops and to his knees he sinks
Gloves slide off and so does tape
Knuckles red, ripped, in pain
"God dammit...." his lips move
The thoughts drive me insane
The glass door opens and out I walk
Standing there, I soak
Tears drop down my cheeks
So many feelings invoke
He wants to hate her, but he can't
How does he forget his best friend
How does he forget the way she felt
The way he could talk to her and not pretend
His fists hurt and they writhe
Nothing compared though to his heart
He'd give anything to see her eyes
To take it back to the beginning
To touch her skin, feel her heat
To everything she would say
To smell her scent again
Anything for just one more day