Daily Prompt, humor, poetry, writing

I have no name

bad poetry

Time stands still when you walk in the room
But only because what follows is gloom
I really love the scent of your perfume
But your insults hit me like a sonic boom

With every step the walls they crack
I’m sitting waiting for your thwack
Against the wall I do fall back
I feel like I was hit by a Cadillac

In the corner I sit and whimper
My fragile bones they do splinter
I know it’s going to be a long cold winter
This gravel floor will be my inter

The knife you use will be serrated
My last breath will not be debated
I had no idea I was so hated
Until my death you wont be sated


  1. Heavy and a bit dark. I really like the first two line 🙂

  2. Love it and had a good laugh while reading. I wonder how it feels to be hit by a Cadillac… oh well

  3. 😀 I hope it wasn’t because of bad poetry. But kidding aside, I couldn’t be sated by this poem too, even when I like it very much. 🙂 Good job!

  4. Your lost property is a mysterious quality, she said, her curiosity always tweaked by your writing.

  5. seeing if they come through

  6. ;). Nope they did not….dang controllers

  7. Replies to comments don’t come through unless I visit your site. Tried some smileys, they don’t work even here!

    So I’ll be “visiting” frequently – overnight accommodations nearby? ; )

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