Written in collaboration with Jarrod from the Haunted Lullaby.
I lie awake at night
and stare at the ceiling,
why did things not go right?
When can I erase this feeling?
I wonder where things went wrong,
why they tore at the seams.
I question whether I ever belonged
or if it was all simply a dream.
Something I created,
a fabrication.
A thought so inflated,
that now I’m in desperation.
In need of rest,
unable to sleep.
Every night I contest
these thoughts that I keep.
Reblogged this on The Haunted Lullaby and commented:
This is a piece that I collaborated on with Blair King at People, Things and Life.
It was an honor to work with her and I hope we can collaborate on other works. We both hope you enjoy it!
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I enjoyed this poem, Jarrod – it’s straight up, moving, and honest. Great collaboration 🙂
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Thank you so much Anne! We both appreciate the kind words.
This was a great experience! Blair is such a talented writer. If you haven’t already, I would explore some of her other works on the site!
Thanks again!
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I felt you there! check this out http://wp.me/p5NLOR-1H
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Great colab check out my poetry!!
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Great collaboration Jarrod and Blair. Great poem and Great job! 🙂
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Thank you!! 🙂
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great collaboration! !
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Thank you!
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🙂 🙂
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This is fantastic. I can really relate.
Great poem!
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Thanks! 🙂
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