Sunday 11 December 2011

Three Days

three days, three days, it’s only three days
I keep telling myself, over and over
in so many ways, I keep telling myself
~ it’s only three days

I try to distract my wandering mind
to make myself see, I must still live life
not pause for three days and shut myself away
I must go on, not hide to feel safe

harder and harder, that’s how it feels
I watch time tick by, clicking my heels
paranoia grows deeper, gnawing at me
my mind goes mad, it’s her that I need

tell me it’s over and now it’s no days
tell me it’s over, that she comes home today

Poetryman
Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

10 comments:

  1. ha been there brother and felt just the same...an empty house is so loud it sucks...nice capture...

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  2. Mike...the longing, the need...the craziness that comes with the wait. You've wrapped it all up for us in a fantastic little package that reads like a gem...but our hearts are counting down the seconds too! Happy OpenLinkNight Poet! Glad you joined in :)

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  3. aaawwww this is so beautiful...hope you let her read this

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  4. aw! :( I know that feeling so well. I miss him as soon as he walks out the door. :( Hugs!

    Kellie
    @BackyardPonders
    http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/12/13/in-the-silence-of-make-believe/

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  5. nice piece... felt the need & want through out.

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  6. the anticipation and waiting...i can relate to this ~

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  7. I have been there too. Nice write!

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  8. The waiting can be tough--beautifully written!

    Audrey
    @AudreyHowitt

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  9. Love it ... I've been there :) Nice write :D

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  10. I LOVE this, Mike!

    I think we can all relate to counting down the days, and the way you laid this out made me feel that longing / suspense / joy all over again.

    Bravo!!

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