The ocean reaching my feet The breeze running through my hair the quietness of nature I sit and think about everything about my family my friends my worries and my joys As the tide rises up it carries those thoughts away into the vast ocean
I am left with myself my thoughts emptied out into the sea as the sun sets I take a deep breath and I close my eyes letting the breeze carry me away as I drift off into sleep
“I’m sorry” I say My voice cracking Pursing my lips trying to hold back the tears that well up I look at him His face of disgust at me He never truly cared did he He never showed any love Never cared enough to talk to me And never cared enough to comfort me as I apologize on the verge of tears that he would never care to notice
“I’m sorry” She says Her voice shaking as though holding back a laugh Her lips pursing as though to stop a small smile from creeping up on her face Her lies She never truly cared did she Never cared enough to notice what I do for her And never cared enough to show sympathy even in her apology that is as empty and as shallow as she is
Everyday seems the same The same movements The same actions It never seems to change Even when I see the light Hoping for a change The light becomes dim and fades
Everyday feels the same The same empty feeling The bottom bottomless pit That can never be satisfied Filled with things that might give a hope Might help feel that high if satisfaction But just leave me more empty than I was before
The blood dripped slowly on the ground It formed a crimson puddle where we stood Her breath became rigged More so than the edges of the knife She stared at me Her eyes full of life Slowly fading The tears from her eyes slowly fell from her eyes Just as slowly as the blood edged up the knife The time paused As I realize what I had done It was a unique experience For time had never passed so slowly
I must confess I must confess for those who will hear For I have kept such a secret to myself For I must share this secret Many hide behind lies and a mask Many take such secrets to the grave Those of who do such things Those of who keep such secrets Must pay the price Must hold such a burden for the secrets they hold I do not wish to pay that price I do not wish to keep my secrets hidden But I mustn’t let these secrets go But I wish to do so Perhaps the price isn’t for the secrets of which are hidden Perhaps they are for something different, For the secrets that leave once the mask is lifted For the secrets that shouldn’t have left the grave Those confessions which should have never been confessed Those confessions will cause such pain Perhaps I don’t wish to confess Or perhaps I don’t wish to feel such a pain For all the burdens I must carry behind a mask For all the secrets that I must carry to the grave Are far less painful Then these secrets being unmasked, from the depths of my person
(Note: This is my second time writing this and I am writing this late at night so I apologize for any parts that might be confusing or hard to read)
“I love you, I truly do” such words spoken like a poem as she spoke those words the world beneath her shattered those words spoken full of sorrow were the last words to be heard from her as she took her final breath
(Note: I do realize the prompt is for more light-hearted things, however I prefer to write sadder stuff when it comes to poems.)
Why me, she thought while brushing her hands against the thin needles of the pine tree. She had never done anything could have possibly led to this, and yet it still happened. She then looked back setting her gaze upon the burning house. The fire crackled and slowly rose. It was beautiful to her, but she didn’t have time to think of that. The estate was all she ever had, she never knew her family. From a young age her family died in a similar house fire, she rarely remembers it but she remembers running to her parents room, fear in her voice as she yelled for them and seeing them slowly die in the fire that was started by something she was unaware of. She shook the thought out of her head, “I don’t have time for this” she thought. The maids and servants that had raised her so well seemed to have died in the house fire, she looked back at the fire with tears slowly forming in her eyes. “I’ll miss you,” she said, her voice being ragged and broken from inhaling to much smoke. Sirens slowly arose from the sound of the burning mansion, “I need to get out of here.” She stared at the mansion one last time and started her way through the snow. She picked up her long white dress that was laced with small patterns and headed down a beaten trail. She had rarely used this trail but it led to a small house they had used as a storage area. She stopped halfway panting to catch her breath, her face and feet blood red from the cold. She continued on her way until she saw a small house in the distance, “Finally, I can rest” she sighed slowing down her pace and walking to the entrance. —————————• She lit the fireplace within the house and warmed her self. She was filled with adrenaline and was unable to feel herself almost freezing to death. She blew out the small fire and set up a small bed. The house had been used as a storage room before hand so there were many things that were helpful. She wasn’t even able to fully set up a place to sleep before slowly drifting away into the trance of sleep. —————————• “What’s that sound” She thought while stretching to become fully awake. She rubbed her eyes that were covered in ash and looked around, the house was on fire. She bolted up almost as if she had been awake for hours, “I need to get as much stuff as possible and get out.” With that thought process in mind she hastily grabbed two boxes and sprinted out of the house. Tripping on a rock outside she fell, dropping the boxes and spilling the contents. She looked to see what had become of the house only to see it being completely destroyed in the fire. She had no time to feel sorrow, she attempted to pick up the contents of the box that had fallen out and put them back in. She found a paper that was aged and was torn a bit. “That looks like me” she thought looking at the paper seeing her picture of herself from when she was younger and with her “name” there. “What’s this name?” She thought to herself. In big bold letters at the top of the page it said, “Sage Brighton.” ————————-• “I know I’m unaware of my parents but I know my own name.” She scoffed in denial throwing the paper back into the white snow. She pulled back her long red hair using a ribbon and continued on her way with boxes. “Who did this?” She thought to herself. She knew there was no way this was a coincidence. Whoever did it was close to the family, the security they had was to good to let a stranger in. She glanced over at the paper that had seemed to blow her way in the wind and decided to read it, “Day 26; Patient seems to be exhibiting sleep walking habits, they get more and more violent every time, we believe this is the after math of her trauma.” “Day 38; Patient denies memories of things she did while sleep walking, if this keeps up we could be in danger.” “Day 53; Some people have come they seem determined to get the patient out, they are dressed in all black, this may be the last entry.”
