
Sitting in my room
all alone
the music playing
extremely low
no where to be tonight,
no where left to go.
If you want me,
come on by and see
I'll be waiting with
a gun and a six pack
of miller lite
and just little ol me.
See me while you can coz
you see I have a grand plan.
Long have I wondered
how it would be
to go out with a bang.
Why not?
No one gives a dang.
Listening to music
from 2021 before life
got crazy
a year before I met you.
You were the only plus
side to a lousy 4 years
but then you decided to
disappear.
So I'm just here
finishing up and waiting
for the right time
words have all been poured
onto crisp white paper
regurgitating old lies.
oh how easily time and the
mind vomit flies..
I'm not sure what I'm
waiting for.
They'll be no sudden knock
on my bedroom door.
Those who cared went
far away, believing the
lies that others say.
There's no bells ringing
Christmas is done.
It lasted a short time
and was somewhat fun
but now all alone the
clock just runs and runs.
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me



Comments (2)
Such a powerful poem...
That was haertfelt, Sam. And strong.