7th Grade Memories
Wandering aimlessly throughout dim halls
As babble spills from around the corner.
Then there’s the knife in the drawer, it calls
For a slit of my throat with no torture.
Eating lacks its former comfort and joy
When salty tears roll down onto your plate
Due to the disdain they’ll always employ
It crushes the chest like a giant weight
Struggling to bear my life’s burden alone
While grief breaks what’s left of my withered soul.
Until a blissful day written in stone
Shows me as a diamond pressed from hard coal
Perhaps that moment will sooth my distress
I’ll return to my departed finesse
Copyright © Arianna Robinson | Year Posted 2015
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