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Sorrow

April 26, 2014
By Isaac Perez BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
Isaac Perez BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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Inside

Here I stand in front of a door
It’s locked… I need a key

Do I need knowledge?

Do I need I need courage

Unwillingly
I have unlocked the door.

And as I reach for the handle it disintegrates
What to do?

I guess Ill just wait
Wait for the end

Wait for the end of this dream

Wait for my thoughts to disintegrate
Like the door handle

Waiting for life to vanish

Knocking
Knocking
I hear knocking

Where is it coming from?
Where should I follow?

This sound

This unsettling sound

Where will it take me?

I Follow

With my eyes shut I walk

Forward
Forward
Forward

I feel a breeze on my check
What an amazing sensation

I open my eyes
And find myself hovering over an ocean

Of sorrow that is

Mimicking the ocean
The sensation transforms
Into despair

It evolves
Into pain

I’m free
I’m free

In an ocean of sorrow

I’m free


The author's comments:
I wrote this about my experience in a juvenile detention facility... :(

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