remember?
when you were seven years old
and you used to
draw pictures with
chalks on the concrete
and ride bikes
through the
neighborhood
with your childhood
friend?
what about the time
you two stood on the corner
waiting for the school bus
to arrive,
seeing your breath
in the cold air?
what about that time
you two sat in your backyard
picking at the grass
and talked about
meaningful nonsense
and worthless secrets?
now,
do you remember
the last time you and
your friend ever
went outside and played?
do you remember
that last bicycle ride
you rode, with your
friend riding on the handlebar,
flying down the street?
do you remember
losing your
childhood?
YOU ARE READING
Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
