A Piece Still Remains

The world says it’s over, but it’s a million against one

I believe that it’s not really completely done

I believe that there’s a part of it that’s not been shut

That a piece still lives, and all the strings have not been cut

 

Because a weak one still holds my heart to the past

To the year that challenged me to see if I would last

To the year of new friendships, new dreams, and goals

The year which had a gist of what my future really holds

 

Now that it has ended, a little piece still remains

As each and every memory is still fresh in my veins

A peculiar sorrow burns my soul to nothing but ashes now

And the leftover piece pulls me back to the past, somehow

 

And a piece of my soul just seems to be torn apart

Oh! This suffering of my fragile little heart

Tangled feelings don’t seem to perish and die

And that fragment of the past year makes me want to cry

 

So much time wasted, and so much energy gone

I used it in hating that year all along

But now I repent, because it’s never coming back

It’ll take a while for me to get back on track

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is how I felt when 8th grade ended. And that was a few days ago.
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Reviews

[Carolann Dowsett]

This is so heartfelt and melancholy. Full of bitterness and regret. A really well written piece of your heart.

[AK]

Wow Rhea! This is so relatable! Eighth grade ended for us last-to-last week and school reopened last week. A portion of grade eight will forever reside within us :)
I have always found academic year ends bittersweet and you described the feeling very well (though I guess it was more bitter and less sweet, I probably made up the rest of the sweetness :P). Great write! Keep writing!

[Aehr]

haha. it was really more bitter. so many of my riends are leaving! *sigh?*
thank you :D

[AK]

:)