- This is a narrative poem with the theme of "my story"-

I am lost in the words that flood from the pages and descend deeply into my brain                            A new moment I will never forget, or at least I believe so                                                                                   I live to read only the words of the lives of others through their own special eyes                         Thinking I will never have my own story to tell people

I adore writing fiction of course                                                                                                                                   But when I write the words go unheard, unknow                                                                                                   My thoughts cover the paper like a blanket covers a child as her mother tucks her in                     She sweetly smiles and closes the door slowly after gently kissing her cheek goodnight              But people don't know that that happens                                                                                                             It slips through the door into the dark silent night, into the unknown

I write what I wish I could do with my slow terrible life                                                                                 The life that nobody even know exists as they wake up in the morning or go to sleep at night   I'm left all alone, to think, to wish, to try and conquer what I'll never have                                               I wonder if I'll ever truly be something, if I'll ever mean anything to the world                                  But I know I won't                                                                                                                                                                                                   Or at least I think

When I sleep,                                                                                                                                                                          I dream of faraway lands where people treat each other how they should be treated                 With respect, wtih care, with trust                                                                                                                           But I know that people treat each other like Ice cubes that have fallen on the ground                They simply kick them under the fridge and wait for them to melt                                                               so they can simply never think about them again

I am lost in the words that flood the pages and sink into my brain                                                               A new moment I will never forget, or at least I believe so                                                                                 But I know that someday I will have a story to tell my children                                                                       I just have to wait until that day comes.

AN- Our teacher asked us to write about our story. I devided that everyone is going to have a happy story that shaped their life so I decided to do a sad poem about how I don't have a story and how I will have a story in the future. 

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed. 

=======Emily Moore=======