The Worst Time
Horizontal rain peppers my hair
Broken mirrors laugh somewhere
Hurried feet melt with the street
Escaping heat begs for a sheet
The worst time, the blackest yet
Litters my mind, What did I get
Awoken in a room I knew too well
Jaring senses; an unfamiliar smell
New eyes, new hair filling everywhere
Chest demanding air, anywhere elsewhere
The worst time, my darkest ever
Clutters my mind, I swore I'd never
The worst time yet
What did I get
poem by B. Alexander (2007)
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