Mourning
for a stranger
I was a girl,
Who collected pine cones and bird feathers,
Who ran soft-footed through the world,
Treading on stardust.
Now I am no more.
I have ceased to exist.
An empty hull sits behind a desk,
Like an empty seed pod when the seeds have long dispersed upon the breeze.
I was a child
With nothing stopping me,
The world before me barely waiting
For me to witness all there was, in silent awe.
I was so small,
A tiny speck of dusty earth
Cradled in the safe embrace
Of a world that lent me life and strength.
Now all is gone.
There is no more earth, no hard-packed ground beneath my feet.
There are only four white walls holding me in,
And a brain that shriveled up and died, long ago.
I am empty.
There is no peace, there is no conflict,
Nothing will stir me from my torpid stupor.
I am a corpse, waiting in a shallow grave.
About the Creator
charlotte meilaender
Performing artist with an itch for writing. Fueled by coffee and the age-old wish to create something worthwhile. Welcome to my world <3
Follow the journey on my instagram @cmmwriting for updates on my stories and behind the scenes looks.
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