Travis Carver's Corner of Life
Tears
As I lie there I think "I am strong" dying slowly from age to sickness watching as loved one's go one by one before me to the pearly or unknown gates of the afterlife.
As the ones I love so, die painfully infront of me I feel as if I were shot. Feeling pain and agony, afterwards, speaking silently to myself "I am a soldier" as they moan in pain before silence passes on afterwards.
I carry on and gain a new crush, a new person in life as it moves forwards. I talk for a while before hearing an unfamiliar, load, disruptive, and vial noise. A gunshot, down through the hallways and dead silence afterwards before I hear blood falling drop by drop. Knowing who it is, standing there face in fright as I countinue to stare straight forwards.
Because of the recognition, My face slowly goes blank, no emotion follows while I speak up "I am a man," and with that I hold my stomach sickly as if turned inside out.
I sit in school reading a book. A book of others pain, of others troubles and I start to think to myself. And with that I feel as if a sharp stabbing is occuring within my heart as blood pours and spills from the place where my heart is set. Looking down, only to see the damage my soul has taken on over time.
I shed a tear before really crying with a long lost feeling and say "I am not as strong as I thought, I am but a boy that cannot keep pretending to be a man, I am but a young boy who tries his best, who is not perfect. Im but a follower of a higher power," and with that I continue to shed these tears to which felt warmer than the last.
As the ones I love so, die painfully infront of me I feel as if I were shot. Feeling pain and agony, afterwards, speaking silently to myself "I am a soldier" as they moan in pain before silence passes on afterwards.
I carry on and gain a new crush, a new person in life as it moves forwards. I talk for a while before hearing an unfamiliar, load, disruptive, and vial noise. A gunshot, down through the hallways and dead silence afterwards before I hear blood falling drop by drop. Knowing who it is, standing there face in fright as I countinue to stare straight forwards.
Because of the recognition, My face slowly goes blank, no emotion follows while I speak up "I am a man," and with that I hold my stomach sickly as if turned inside out.
I sit in school reading a book. A book of others pain, of others troubles and I start to think to myself. And with that I feel as if a sharp stabbing is occuring within my heart as blood pours and spills from the place where my heart is set. Looking down, only to see the damage my soul has taken on over time.
I shed a tear before really crying with a long lost feeling and say "I am not as strong as I thought, I am but a boy that cannot keep pretending to be a man, I am but a young boy who tries his best, who is not perfect. Im but a follower of a higher power," and with that I continue to shed these tears to which felt warmer than the last.
