I feel like I'm stuck.
Maybe it's the invisble box again?
Maybe it's a hole (no, not the band Hole...).
But really...
I have to finish this Religion Assignment but I'm blogging instead. Trying to see if this makes me feel any better.
...
I don't want him to go.
No.
Why?
Don't make him leave, Lord.
This will be so weird.
I can't take it.
He can't leave.
Can he?
He's supposed to be here.
He's not meant to be the reason for my tears.
No.
I don't know what I'll do.
I'll cry and cry and cry.
Because I know he'll go.
He has to go.
...
He has to leave.
But he'll be back.
Why don't I think of the positive?
What am I going to do without him?
There'll.... be. just emptiness.
A cold.
He leaves in winter too.
How poetic.
<3Helena
1 comment:
Hmm.. I think I know what this is about but I could be completely wrong since I am not aware of many going-ons.
I feel like there's a struggle. If not just with the topic but with the writing of it. I like the last line, it's very sarcastic. It makes me think of English class and the symbolism of winter we were talking about.
It's sad your poem Miss.
Usually assignments do that to us. Well, to be fair, for me it's not just assignments, but they are pretty good catalyst. Not this year though. My, I'm undecided.
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