Lost Letters

The Glass

Surrounded by glass
She sat in the middle
Stared at the ground
Simply thinking of not

It was a bleak solid room
No texture or color
A room She grew up in
Her closest thing to home

Beyond the glass dome
Just out of Her reach
Is a world we're familiar
A world She is not

She didn't mind though
All She could was ponder
Of all She would do
If She were able to wonder

The next day was the same
But the world held a boy
An oddly shaped object
Leaned firmly against Him

On His other side
A thick strand of the sort
Held tightly in His palm

Carefully He moved
His face more confident
His hands more mature
Then it came

BANG

The floor beneath Her
Shaped into soft dewy grass
Above a vivid vibrant verdigris
Back-splashed to a place of awe

All She hadn't seen
All She wanted to feel
Right there ready for Her
Just begging to be explored

But the sound
Oh the sound
An accent never heard

Paced and precise
Bellows flowed freely through air
A new breath with each note
A steady beat with Her heart

She started after the boy
Fast as Her feet carried Her
She flew towards the one
That brought in such music

But the boy was faster

Confused and puzzled
She slowed to a jog
Why would the boy
Run off with Her joy

She sat back down
And did what She does best
Pondered and questioned
Then went to rest

The next day the boy was back
Just as before
He stood with the object
Then waited no more

He played with his notes
Masterly crafted I'd say
As soon as She heard it
In came her whole day

In the middle of a melody
The girl stood up
Distracted and focused
The boy took no notice

She tip-toed through the grass
Cringing with each crunch
But still she marched

A final stroke was strung
And came the rise of silence
The boy a puppet
To life and death

Closer and closer and closer
The boy had moved
She didn't dare blink
To miss a single second

Like the bow and strings
They played in sync
Nearing the finale
Of a long-winded journey

Then a soft sound
The tiniest of tunes
Could be heard a hundred miles
By a thousand def men

Dink

How could she forget
The invisible solid
what kept her trapped all this time

Then as if on cue
The boy shook out of his trance
Took off away yonder

Her room shrunk back down
And in the middle she pondered
Of all she would've done
If she were able to wonder
- A. Dream

Author speaking
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Written for a poetry contest hosted by:
amazingabiawesome

Word count: 515 (not including my little signature at the end and this note)

It's not that dark per say but a poetic form of the saddest moment in my life so far. I hope it's enough ♥️

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The contest is done and I earned first place! This chapter has gone through just a few minor critics following Abagail's criticism but overall it's almost exactly the same as the original. For example the poem used to be 590-some words, nothing too hefty. This doesn't really matter but I feel I will be entering more contests, I feel once I have a set thing I have to write about I'm able to commit, vs thinking something up myself with no real 'rules' on where it's supposed to go.