A Trapped Poet (inspired by Emily Dickinson)

Three months is too long

to hold onto hope,

But here I am clutching it in my fist

like it's my very will to live. 

I need to set it free,

I'll watch it fly across the sky,

I hate how you couldn't see

What you did to me. 

The way my heart shattered

When you were with him.

I wanted you to be with me,

And hold my hand in the halls. 

I was your first friend,

I was eight years old,

and everyone around me was dying. 

I wish I was younger so then I wouldn't

understand what war was. 

Now I'm twenty-six,

and everyone around me is dying