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Caitlin Hickney May 2015
leaving for the years
staying for the tears
loving for the girl
living for the world
hating for the time
paying for the dime
watching all the mud
knowing in your blood
laughing with a friend
dying in the end.
Caitlin Hickney May 2015
Empty rooms
And empty things
Are about as Violent
As they seem.
Empty eyes
and Empty screams-
This room is full of
Empty dreams
Caitlin Hickney May 2015
Could it be
That while I was trying to find myself
In the mirror
I lost sight of everything that was worth finding
Out here
Caitlin Hickney May 2015
She was lost, long ago.

Wandering through the woods, wandering high and low.

Wishing for some miracle, wishing for a chance-

Plucked from a dream, she set off
To change what could've been.

Rolling hills that tried to stop her
Simply rolled away.

Angry seas that sought to trap her
Were calmed and soothed that day.

Fights that raged and roared around her
Were brought to a steady still.

Rushing winds that ripped at her
Fell down and refused to ****.

That day was spent in agony

The wanderers that tried to be

She could run past every one

She ran and ran into the sun

Until her journey ran astray

She fell

and watched

the dreams that day.
Caitlin Hickney May 2015
I woke up to the sound of a house breaking.
And I ran to hold the door frame, I ran to stop the world.

For all the strength I had, I didn't think it was enough.
For all the heart I had, I knew it couldn't save it.

And while mommy was asleep

While daddy counted sheep

I strained to stay alive, caught in their mortal war. Windows shattered, breaking lives, the fire sputtered out.
I couldn't be where they needed me-
I could only stay at home.

And while sister spent her nights

Brother left his lights

I strained to keep it whole.

Cracks appeared
Devil's here
I tried to fix it now.
A torn up wall
I watched it fall
I let the world destroy.
  May 2015 Caitlin Hickney
Sarah Spang
If I had a way back, I'd ride through the dark and the dawn
I'd ride along the ticking hands, before our time was gone.
If only for another day, a minute, second, moment
I'd reach beyond the veil of time to grasp your hand and hold it.

— The End —