The cold
wind blows,
laughter
echoes loud.
The young
night glows
a circus light
show at my
school.
Blurred faces—
some I
recognized
under their
white smiles,
know what’s
at stake.
They speak
the name to
which I can’t
shake what
aches—
A soul I’m
afraid to lose.
A soul I can’t
speak to
nor reach.
Running like
a rabbit into
the dark
forest library.
Chapters of
painful poems
and shattered
memoirs.
“Tick…”
“Tick…”
“Tick…”
Then a sound
of my alarm
clock—
screaming.
I wake up,
scared and
isolated again,
lying in bed—
breathless.
My real
nightmare—
I never
reach you—
Or maybe…
never see
you anymore.