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The memories were as blank
As I have ever seen them,
The blinking light above my empty head
Has been filling the void in my heart
When my pen is laid to rest,
And my heart put to the final test,
I’ll hope to see,
Everything that I had wanted to accomplish
Come to the forefront,
Everything I have wanted for you
Shattered, and dare I say, I’m glad it did.
Am I coming or going, not even I know,
The road is fairly long and patted down
By years of weary feet and hearts
That match,
The last rest stop will never come,
And the parking area is empty,
For road blocks have been put up,
If they’re there, why can’t we get to them?
Because if life was meant to be taken
So seriously, we wouldn’t be able
To live to our fullest,
Breathe when we thought it wasn’t possible,
Feel when nothing has been able to touch
You for years,
And fear when needed,
And above all else,
Love in the place of hatred.
Those road blocks are there for our own safety.
Do you feel safe yet?
~Kaitlin Platti~
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