Saturday, June 3, 2023

Farewell Day 3: June 3rd with Anya A.

 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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