Silver, not gold

August 2, 2008
By Kathryn Friason, Vancouver, WA

I shimmer and glimmer
I glow and am cold.
For I am made of silver
not formed from gold.

You shiver and shake
do not hesitate;
For I am beside you
to help and to guide you.

We chirp and chatter
like angry mad-hatters;
and all at once the atmosphere explodes.

The men are all screaming
The women are silent.
Why is this happening?
What can we do?

Chaos around us-
uncertainty surrounds-
I look all around but
you're nowhere to be found.

I walk several paces,
looking at blank faces;
looking for you,
I don't know what to do.

I shimmer and glimmer
I glow and am cold.
I am made of silver,
not formed from gold.

I see you above me,
your face contorted-
all of a sudden the image distorted.

I fade and disappear.
I radiate and am warm.
I am made of nothing
nowhere to be found.

Silver shines so dearly
This thing happens yearly
why was it me?
No one will ever know.

And there were 13 tears of blood falling from the rose with thirteen thorns.

The author's comments:
This piece, like many of my others, is inspired of how I feel when with one of my friends. However, it takes a dark twist paying tribute to the memory of the Columbine shooting and bomb threats at my own school on the anniversary of the shooting.

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This article has 2 comments.

nyk0l3tt3 said...
on Aug. 18 2008 at 12:35 am
Thank you :] I didn't expect compliments.

on Aug. 17 2008 at 6:47 am
You're amazing.

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