2:17 amA Poem by VertigoingnowhereShe looked over at the clock and sighed. She closed her textbook and went to the window. She got the sudden urge to go outside. Glancing over at her unfinished assignment, she frowned and grabbed a sweater from her over-crowded closet. She closed the front door and felt the cool, crisp, September air. The ground was cold and damp beneath her bare feet. A gust of wind danced, almost melodically, through the trees. It kissed her face and blew through her hair. Even with the warmth of her sweater, she shivered slightly. The wind was gone in seconds and she found herself incredibly lonely in its absence. She took the stone path, and made her way to the street. She laid down to admire the stars. Entranced by the sky, she began counting the stars. Losing count at 108,645, she closed her eyes. She was surprisingly thoughtless. She wasn't thinking about the future or her unfinished homework that is due in the morning. Not about her mother’s criticism or her lack of sleep. Not even about that boy she loved quite terribly. Her mind was silent, the noise had vanished. She could breathe, but only for a moment before the pain swept over her like a wave. She returned to reality with a few tear drops and heartache as great and as powerful as the stormy sea.
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12 Reviews Added on September 10, 2013 Last Updated on September 10, 2013 AuthorVertigoingnowhereSarasota, FLAboutMy name is Hannah. I am 18 years old and a senior in high school. To my wonderment I am survived it. These are my adventurers and devestations as I stand my ground, cuss out society and of course, th.. more..Writing
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