Out Of Reach

March 5, 2010
By Bethany Beuchat BRONZE, Palmyra, New York
Bethany Beuchat BRONZE, Palmyra, New York
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I wander a dark room,
searching and searching,
as those who love me
grow tired of watching
my coninuous struggle.
They leave.
I continue,
becoming more and more desperate.
The hurt is coming.
It grows
and the pain is overwhelming.
I cripple to the floor,
gasping in the presence
of my heart's pain
and lay there until
my heart is able again
and I can begin
my frantic search once more.

Little do I know,
it is unattainable.
It is high up on the ceiling,
far above me;
out of reach

The author's comments:
A few years ago, my best friend, Lorrie, died and I was only 12 when it happened so it hit me really hard. She was the best person anyone could have ever known, but she was taken away. The inspiration for this poem was how much I miss her and how much I wish she could be here.

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