Falling

Someone turned off the lights
I am lost out of fright

F
a
l
l
i
n
g
Until that's all I know
Knowing darkness
I reach out
only to spin
only for it to get darker
Where did the light go?

Nothing beneath my feet
to remind me to eat
My stomach rocketing
to my throat
Hold it in
hold it in
hold it all

In my own head.
Alice fell down a rabbit hole
but it was just a dream.
I'm falling into hell
but it is just a nightmare.

It Blurs

Sometimes
my mind and darkness
swirl
Mix, mix, mix
Until

I have to ask myself
Where does one begin and
the other end?

Rhyming?

I'm trying to rhyme
but I don't have the time

to make phrases like mazes
and tongue twisters like hazes
To make you think like a song
so I can prolong
the fact that I used
a dictionary for this.

My Time Is Old

Creak. Squeak.
My old rocker groans under me as I shift
under layer of worn quilts that
do nothing to ease the chill seeping to my bones
The cold creeping into my sighing soul.

Sun-warmed
Smooth
Rough.
The rocks make a wave
of shape as I run
my fingers over the rows
Reassurance that one thing hasn't changed
fills me.

Even as I look straight ahead,
gone is the bare chestnuts
replaced by babbling birds
swiping squirrels
and flowers awakening
with a yawn and stretch.
The layers of mountains
go on forever,
blending into the blue sky.

Creak.
I know I'll never make it out of here.
My soul is old,
my time here is old
and done.
I only wish I could leave April with family.

Poor girl
all alone
At least she can read-
what I'd give to read:
Anything.
April's voice gives me
comfort where no amount of blankets can,
Soothing
Rolling it's way into my mind
The words run like water
Over jagged rocks
There may be breaks
there may be rough, bubbly patches
But it breaks through
Strong.

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I wrote this for my English class. It is from the view of Aunt Birdy in Ghost Girl by Delia Ray.