in the darkness of my night i pray for you

i think of you every night 
as the calmness of the dark 
washes over me 
comforting me 
as i pray that i'll see you again 

and again i think 
i cannot go another day 
with your image in my head 
a face i can't clearly remember 
blurred in my mind 
as i try to focus on what exactly you look like 

and when i do meet you 
i don't tell you
how i would cry 
when i was younger 
because i couldn't understand 
why you would leave 

and i stare at your 
watching your face 
as you talk to me 
ignoring the words 
as this moment washes over me 
 

meandpaul

MN

15 years old

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    [This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]

     

    when all we have is spent–

    what will we have left?



    people once before us–

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    i walked down the street
    the streets i once used to know 
    filled with regrets and heavy with burdens 
    of what once happened here

    i walked down the street 
    a block or so down 

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    I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist

    I know the mountains were not formed by him

    Instead it is the science in the world

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