A/N: This was originally written in under a minute right before the bell, in the midst of my Creative Writing class. I revisited it at home and cleaned it up a bit, so here it is!
Please review.
Update: If you are reading this on 3/09/12, you are reading the nice, edited version. If you read this beforehand and are wondering why it looks a bit longer, well...it is.
eyes –
frozen
in
time
as you watch him
topple
sway
tilt
fall.
.
veil
grey, tattered, patched
fluttering
in the still breeze –
surprise
masked across his face
shadows
echoing and distant
flit through your mind
too slow to comprehend
too fast to remember.
five.
four.
three.
two.
one –
and everything
stops.
.
pain –
sharp
piercing
is this real, or is it simply
a dream,
a horrible
dream?
.
gaze
boring into the unknown
waiting
waiting
waiting
voices flit to unhearing ears
words float to unaccepting minds
because
he'll be back,
of course he'll come back
He'll be back.
.
No.
make it stop
let me wake up –
it's not real, I know it's not (I know it is)
stop.
close my eyes
because I know it's just a dream
it's just
a
dream
they don't know
they don't listen
they don't see
he's there
he's there –
but
he's
gone.