Staring blankly into the starlight
Yearningly, longingly, tearfully.
Watching the moon meander ‘cross the sky,
I’m thinking and dreaming of you.
Insomnia’s got a hold on me
ADD’s been hounding me
My brain is playing tricks on me
Sweating, striving, pushing.
You’re there—I know you’re there
But who are you, which one?
Darkness shrouds my forward vision
I squint—and stare in vain.
Torn
By Sarah Elizabeth Lash
2014
Dedicated to youth everywhere that strive to live a life above reproach
During the summer months, Ripley is sweltering and buzzing, giving one the sensation that they are living in a colony of bees. It is during these months that the most bizarre events transpire.
**inspired by my imaginings of what life might be like many years after a dystopia (and by watching Independent Lens and POV, and reading The Other Side of the Island too many times). I apologize in advance for any go-green sentiments or other cheesiness... (cringe)**
*I don't know what made me think of this today, but here's what came of it...*
It was green, I remember,
fields stretching long,
and bushes hunched together
blackberries
It was stone, I remember,
statues, steps, path
grass growing through the cracks
and the pool full of our reflections
and tadpoles
It was damp, I remember
on a cloudy day under sweeping trees
reaching high with rustling leaves,
and the little house in the shadows with cobwebby sills
chasing, running
Sleepily pass the days
of all seasons,
slowly on the year does trod
for those who are confined.
Muted, people move
across dim, buzzing screens
so silent
its enough to make them scream, the confined
Young and old,
both can be prisoner to their years
but the middle-aged still yearn
for the age before, and yon
Even a slowly-paddled boat
is adventure on the sunny river
and slow talk and watercress sandwiches
amounts to an extravagance of life,
to the confined.
To be so young.
To be entramped.
To be a strangled sappling.
I feel a cage;
Bars of youth.
How can I break away.
When I was young
The cage was big.
I did not mind cold bars.
But, now I feel
Restraining chains.
How can I break away.
I'm sure that when,
I've grown away.
I'll miss the quiet cage.
But now, all I ask is this,
How can I break away
I was reading articles online the other day and they reminded me why I spent my youth differently from my peers. I have never understood why our current culture is so "into" the dating game. It is entirely illogical to think that spending years going from relationship to relationship during your youth will somehow prepare you for the reality of a marriage relationship.