you hear the beautiful sound of a young baby bird
as you sit on the bench
which was surrounded by a pond which had ducklings floating along
you liked to come here to enjoy the beautiful views
and to write in your diary what happens everyday.
two years ago it's entry was 'Jonah kissed me'
a year ago was ' everything and everyone is stressing me out'
and now your writing the entry for 3-14-16, the present day
and your trying to weigh out the pros and cons
of what you may do tomorrow
and even though the pain will go away
your brother will miss you
the girl who now wished she spoke to you that one time in history
is bringing flowers to your grave every night
the teacher is crying
your baby brother is wonder where his playmate went and if she's coming back
and the mailman is wondering why there's so many flowers and letters being sent to your mother
who is also doing drugs and not doing anything but numbing the pain you put her through.
although your pain is gone, it'll create much more for the others
because they thought they could do something.
but it's too late now
because it's all planned out
and there's no going back.
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I've been up all night crying so why not update lol
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins