“Happy New Year!” she cheerfully said,
but I heard her crying last night in bed.
Wanting to die.
There is never a good reason why.
Ted, you’re dead.
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Real Poetic and writers in Poets and other communities.
Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Nicole2 days ago in Confessions
Comments (12)
Well done!
I might be the only one in 'Ted-confusion.' Cool poem but what did Ted do exactly? I'm lost 😳🤪
That son of a bitch, Ted. This one had some dark humor to it but felt very real too. Love how you squeezed so much into a limerick. Incredible work!
Ah, so many Teds. Try Fred, John, Jeff or Richard instead. Funny stuff.
Uh oh. Ted's on troublllllle. Nicely done. 😁
happy new year!
There are consequences Ted for breaking a girl's heart. Great Limerick.
This is heartbreaking but I'm confused?!? And wishing you a very Happy new year! ❤
Wait, I'm so confused. Who's Ted? Did I miss something? 😅
Wow , this poetry definitely flow well. Happy New Year !!!🎊
Loved your beautiful poem! Happy new year 2024
Heartbreaking!!! Fantastic Limerick!!!❤️❤️💕