At fifteen I found myself staring deeply at a ceiling barely visible.
My mind was clustered with delusions of uncontrollable outcomes and my reason clouded with tears. I had no thought of farewell; A single letter could never convey emotions for the ones I love.
I saw no solution to the inevitable course of my life. I was destined for greatness among shit circumstance and a declining mental state. The rope holding me up kept getting tighter, and with a mouthful of medicatio
Do you hear the rattle-rattle
Of static in your ears that snaps like gunfire?
Or the clip-clap-clomp of boots in the mud
As we shift on our beds and groan under the sun? Morning rises and I hear the bugle-cries
Of whistling cars and laughing passerby,
Sculpted like marble with heads raised high, Impenetrable to the shrapnel that I face
Both day and night, all day and night,
But especially at the break of light.
Enemies are hiding on the other side,
But my whispers sa