Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing, Stealing, Dying, Dead ❯ Seeing, Stealing, Dying, Dead ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

It stole my breath

And I see no friends.

My heart is dying,

And my voice is dead.

It seems impossible to me

To explain this truth

That was thrust upon me

From an unknowing world.

The innocence and laughter

That I once knew

Was slaughtered and murdered

By this dark, painful truth.

“Insightful”, she said,

When i was described.

But “foolish” was all

That I wanted to reply.

“To be ignorant is to be foolish”

Is what they say,

But I think it wise,

For there is less pain that way.

They try to understand;

I've seen it so many times.

For that is all I seem to do-

To watch and to listen.

But they cannot.

And I cannot explain,

But they hear without listening,

And they listen without hearing.

They see without seeing,

And they claim to know all.

But all they can claim

Is the chaos they cause.

Some offer help,

But I cannot accept,

For I see what it does to them,

And that I regret.

The ones with compassion

Try so hard,

Even though they, themselves,

Are falling apart.

It burns me inside

To know this is true,

But I can do nothing

For it's already started.

Innocence lost,

And happiness shattered,

No one could ever see,

That nothing truly mattered.

They're taught too young

That pain is all there is to know.

When they are born, they are dying,

And they never live again.

I cannot explain

The “problem” that is.

For “we do not know”,

And we never shall.

We are told

We are not alone,

But all I can see

Are people crying,

Bleeding, dying.

Is there any end to this

Madness that exists?

There's five minutes left

And nobody cares.

Ripped away

From what we once knew,

Never to return.

Not that it's right.

Little ones open mouths.

They ask for the truth.

They get it and reply:

Silence, just silence.

It stole my breath

And I see no friends.

My heart is dying,

And my voice is dead.

It's odd to see things close

before their close.