******** While reading this play "The Way" by Zack Hemsey********
Counting the sound my tears make when they fall into the water,
Trying not to think of my past and present.
But trying to stop thinking is like trying to stop this river,
Its not worth to try, I would just fail.
The noise soothes me, but not completly,
I can still feel my pain, so I start counting,
1....2....3,
I get up to leave; I walk up the hill like nothing happened,
Still thinking, I start to count my footsteps.
1.....2....3,
I need a bigger distraction, the pain is too much for me to handle.
I walk faster to get to the pond; I pick up a rock and count the skips the rock makes,
1....2....3,
I cant take this, ill just count forever
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Original Poems
PoésieHi, my name is Gabriela and I think I have a talent in writing poems, songs, and stories. So this is meant for showing my original poems. :) thanks for reading!!!!!!
