I feel the need to write, <br />All my thoughts down <br />They swirl and twirl, never slowing <br />The hour goes on and I am restless <br /> <br />The melody of my life is changing, <br />The keys are shifting <br />The piano stays the same, <br />As my fingers cross over the whites and blacks <br /> <br />I don’t know what is coming <br />But I feel it here <br />The echo of how I felt fading, barely audible <br />A new beat comes through, getting louder <br /> <br />I am stuck with it, yet I want to move on <br />Past the boxful of memories <br />A delicate package, a delicate life <br />So crushable beneath my fingertips <br /> <br />I want it to live, to fly and find others <br />To forget me, whatever I symbolize <br />I am a nuisance unlike those memories, <br />Forever holding me back <br /> <br />The air will not come to me, it misses me <br />Like it is avoiding me, like I am avoiding myself <br />It doesn’t want to help me, <br />It wants me to feel pain <br /> <br />I know what I have to do, but can I <br />Hurt such memories, such a life <br />Just for my sake, my needs, my selfish needs <br />But the wind whispers it is right <br /> <br />The melody slows, becoming softer <br />My hands find no reason to play <br />If it ends, will I be bothered? <br />Or will anyone?<br /><br />Stephanie Starr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-read/
