Enjoy Sevenatenine member Anya A's work today. She is finishing up ninth grade!
And then I look at
the sun.
Its dying.
Sinking.
Fading, behind the
trees.
After another day.
Day, after day, after
day.
Yesterday was like
today and today will be like tomorrow and so on.
Forever.
Day after day after
day.
Every day ends the
same sorrowful way.
The suns light
vanishes in an array
of orange and red, and
yellow, and pink.
Day after day after
day.
Under the warm cover
of the sun a sequence of events play throughout my day.
Whether good or bad
or fine or cool there is no way I can guess or say.
Day after day after
day.
The drama, the
romance, the essay, the exam.
Day after day after
day.
Then when I get home
and I go on my phone in my room all alone it’s the same.
Day after day after
day.
“Why would you say
that?” they type over text but never in school, only when I rest
In my home.
All alone.
On my phone.
Day after day after
day
I cannot help how I
feel I do not control my thoughts; they sway back and forth.
Day after day after
day
I forgive, I forget,
I excuse, I explain.
To me no one is
wrong, they are just in pain.
Day after day after
day.
Friends come and go; that’s
what they all say,
But I hold on too
tight, I put up a fight,
I don’t want you to
leave, or ghost, or ignore,
Let’s talk it all
out, lets go back to before
Before all this
lying, and rumors, and love
To the simple days of
childhood full of fortune and fun.
But we can’t.
We’re so smart.
So mature for our
age
But what if I don’t
want be?
Day after day?
So, I don’t.
So, I leave
I avoid.
I procrastinate
And ignore
And ghost
And do all I said not
to do before because I’m scared.
Of you.
Of your rumors and
lies and anger and eyes,
Your friends and your
glory your presence and your story,
Of you.
And then I look at
the sun.
Its dying.
Sinking.
Fading, behind the
trees.
And I smile.
Not for the death of
the sun but for the life of the moon
I can finally rest.
Sleep.
Get away from the day
that repeats all the same
Away from the drama
the romance the friends.
Away from him and her
and them
Away from me.
Into my dreams.
But then the next day
the day will repeat.
The day like yesterday
and today like tomorrow.
Day.
After day.
After day.
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