6:10 am:
Blue bells sound.
My heavy body pushing off the bed;
Exhausted.
My feet planted against the cold tile floor,
Cold water, matched with soapy eyes,
Underlined with my endless nights.
Avoiding the mirror,
Scared of seeing the reflection,
6:42am:
Stepping outside, peaceful.
That breathe of fresh air,
The moon still high within the dark sky,
The wind whispering its "goodbyes."
7:00 am:
Off the bus, finally relieved of anixety.
Treading the gravel path,
Music blaring within my head.
Streamed to my bloodline.
Trying to block out the screaming voices,
Loosing focus...
Loosing sight...
Loosing balance...
I'm lost.
7:45 am:
I find myself again; confused.
I don't know where I am?
Laying against the dirt-
In an open field that's glossed over with frost.
Turning around to see my school,
Pulling the metal doors open
And hearing the large crash behind me
Forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
