March 2, 2017
By avaszwabowski BRONZE, Dunlap, Illinois
avaszwabowski BRONZE, Dunlap, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Real bands save fans, real fans save bands."
-Michael Clifford (5SOS)

The leaves crunch beneath my feet

I stop sna dtsare up at the towering spruce,

waiting, as if it were to say something.

The sky's deep breath rustled its branches,

and I will walk forward again.


As I sit on the frigid forest floor,

the recollections parade into the desert that is my mind, flashing,

haunting me from the inside.

I decide I cannot bare to live like this any longer,

and reach for the matches that I brought along.


Singing from past times vibrates in my ears,

the golden days, so it seems.

What has happened? What has changed?

I struck the match like lightning against a rock,

closed my eyes, and let go of everything.


I now lay on the scorching forest floor,

engorged in flames. That one spruce,

who was once hushed into silence,

seemed to be screaming something now.

All feeling raised from my head.

One last time, I will adress only the sky and wonder;

What has happened? What has changed?

Oh Lord, what have I done I never asked for this-

I'll never ask for it again.

The author's comments:

This piece means a lot to me. I wrote about someone who is struggling with life, and who didn't want to continue on anymore. So broke, and memories flash back from his/her past. So much has changed for the worse since then. This person decides to basically give up on life, hence the fire. But the spruce tree, metaphoriclly, represents something much bigger. It could be someone's will to live, all of their troubles, or something from their past. This person decides to finally let go, but instead of peace, they realize what they have done. The last stanza is this person dying, and they realize that they could've gone on, and nothing compares to leaving all whom they loved. They still wonder aboit what has changed from childhood and their past, but now they mnow it was much better than the thing he/she most wanted for so long, and that wa death itself. I could go on and on about this.

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