Focus

by Chelsea Sprite   Jul 7, 2011


The harder I think, the more I forget.
I try to focus. Memories blur.
Frustrated, I glare at my computer screen.
The soothing sound of the strings echo through my headset.
I want to remember.
Ever word.
Every thought.
Every laugh.
I cannot remember.
I cannot see it any longer.
My head starts to pound.
I start to question as to why.
I grieve long after others cease.
I start to cry long after tears have dried.
Where was I?
When was it?
Why now?
Focus.
Tears.

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Written kinda fast. Just the first things that popped into my head. It's how I felt... How I feel. Even now.
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  • 13 years ago

    by Chelsea Sprite

    Yes, Silvershoes. This is about how I felt after hearing about Liz. I hold my Drazil close to my heart...

  • 13 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Is this about Liz? Very sad, I am sorry you were not around when it happened... maybe then you would feel more at peace.

    My inbox sometimes gets cluttered with mod stuff, but feel free to PM me any time. I'm always down to talk to a friend of Liz's.

    I miss her so much.

  • 13 years ago

    by Chelsea Sprite

    Thank you!

  • 13 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    I think you did really well with this poem it was deep and emotional and I am sure many people will relate to what you had to say

    5/5

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