“No colors” she said, describing her life
She’d much rather see through the blood on the knife
Than see black and white through such blurry phosphenes
Running away through unexplainable means
Running away to unattainable goals
She questioned her sanity which she just can’t control
She questioned her existence, which we all will once
For once she decided not to put up such fronts
“I feel nothing but worry, sadness, anger, irritation”
Mind full of empty thoughts that got lost in translation
Mindful of the process, she thinks solemnly
She’s confused and conflicted, but now she’s ready
Not in mind, not in body, but melancholic caprice
She craves a world that has some form of peace
She longs for her thoughts to just shut up and cease
Her catharsis, her pain, her life’s sudden release
About the Creator
Ivy Rozen
Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
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