Gone

Written by: Alison Sade Peñaranda

As I stand and close my eyes
My soul squeals
I drop a tear
Along with the pain inside

I raise my arms to reach the sky
And I stretch my body
I gaze up
And feel the blazing wind against me

I lift a foot
And forget what followed next
With a fading vision
I see a painting of dust

It’s a fast ride with faces
And I’m frail and cold
I hear a siren
And visualize a red light

The room’s heavy with busy work
I stand in front of them
I hear a cry outside
‘Cause I’m no longer here.