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Darkness and the Peppermint Couch

October 10, 2018
By KBaskiewicz BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
KBaskiewicz BRONZE, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
The world gives you so much pain, and here you are making gold out of it.
-Rupi Kaur

I am sitting alone in darkness

The walls of pitch black surround me like a predator about to attack its prey

Where unfortunately I am the victim

Its suffocating me

With its sickeningly blackened hands that slither their way up my neck to stifle my breathing

The faint smell of peppermint comes to me

It wraps its arms around me, to which I am taken to our spot

Where we had gentle talks

Engulfing me in its warm ambience

The smell is soothing, almost refreshing

Swiftly, the clouds of abyss black collide together and disappear

I can no longer feared the looming hand of darkness

We sit upon the couch, that had a distinct burnt sienna color to it.

The couch was soft and spongy

It was old and had a mountain of dust on it

It was old and whenever someone sat on it, piles of dust would fly off it

But I loved it

Each morning we would sit in the exact same spots as the day before

We never faced each other when we talked, just stared into the darkness

That couch still to this day holds memories of the talks we shared,

The stories you would tell,

The laughs we collectively had

Yes, I miss that,

I miss that couch

The author's comments:

My teacher gave me an assignment, I had to write about a special place of mine. I didn't really think of one that fast, but then I knew what to write about. This poem isn't just about a couch, its about the talks I shared with my grandpa. As a young child, I would have a sleepover at my grandparents house, and my grandpa would wake up super early. So when I heard his footsteps I would wake up. We would do all sorts of things from watching tv to me watching him do his taxes. But after that, we would go and sit on the couch and just talk. And that's what my piece is about.

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