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Nov 2013
written in another language, but means the same thing
i clutched the paper with both hands
as if someone could swipe it away at any second
but there's no one here
and there never was

i closed my eyes
and softly whispered to myself
i whispered the truth
i whispered the lies
but i also whispered things that were neither

with each word
i thought of the paper
and how it meant everything
but it was nothing special
just a paper with words on it

after all this paper is what i need
it will give me a second chance at life
it's kind of like a restart
but i didn't think of the consequences
until it was too late

memories rushed back too quick
flashes of my childhood
things that were long forgotten
things that i buried deep in thought
now surfaced and it's too vivid

these memories screamed at me
and i began to scream back
and then something else flashed

dreams.
oh, those dreams.

i shut down completely after that
i stopped cursing the words
a restart is no longer needed
there's too many things
that i havn't done yet

i crumpled up the paper
night child
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