17 Years and a Dream

I'm 17 today.

I say that with a heavy heart

because I don't have much to say

much to show.

Really, it's just another day.

 

Well, happy birthday to me.

I light a candle

on a single cupcake

sitting on the pile of corpses

I've seen and known in my life.

 

I talk to them one by one

telling them all the things

I wish I could have said

while they lived.

 

In response they look at me

once again, one by one

and they say to me,

why am I the one

in the grave.

Reviews

[Tasha]

Wow, first off happy birthday!! Second of all, wow. The imagery really shined through in this piece. Beautiful!!!