by James Piehl
I did not like much
when I slept on the couch
in those days
The house was so vacant then
The clock would remind me
every hour
I lay awake in the dark
with the cold glow
of the moon
filtering through the lifeless,
leafless branches outside
the giant picture window
and settling gently
on the loveseat
and floor
Illuminating the empty house
with me on the couch
Copyright ©:
James Piehl
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ABOUT THE POET ~
James is a poet from Massachusetts. He has a journalism degree from UMass Amherst with a concentration in english. He has been writing since his junior year of high school and thoroughly loves poetry.
Last updated September 15, 2011