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Ready

by Sam Harty

By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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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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About the Creator

ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY

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

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    Written by ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY