Nightshift

by Dagmar Wilson   Jul 23, 2018


When sadness knocks
I don't want to talk,
teardrops are playing ping pong
pressing hard against the glass.
Isolation and I are meeting again.

The doors are solid
hallways are long
I can see fingerprints on the wall,
a cry is coming from across the room.
Nightshift will be here soon.

My strength has let me down
emotions pulling from different angles,
I can't do it alone.

    report violation
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  • 5 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Judging comment:

    The imagery is vivid and each sentence very strong; the descriptions are dark pulling in the reader to notice the sadness and darkness in each and every word written. The Nightshift brought to me a sense of hell in a different way too when it mentioned a long hall way and fingerprints on the wall (of a certain kind of monster perhaps). Although really sad, it is beautifully written and portrays a level of strength in the writer to me to have been able to bring out feelings from inside onto paper.

  • 5 years ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Congrats Dag on your deserved WIN!

  • 5 years ago

    by Ren

    This gave me chills. Amazing job on a much deserved win! Congrats!

  • 5 years ago

    by Mark

    Great win!

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Congratulations, Dagmar!

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