I. Don’t. Know...

-At this point in my life-

The echoecho, echo
Of my
hellohello? Hello?!

Soaked the three corners
surrounding mine...

.darkness.

cold and empty
within this symmetrically-square room

The air is scarce

as I sit, tied to a chair,
beyond my control
in more ways than one...

Past these walls, I hear confusion
Anger (and whispers)
Ticking, amongst the anxious press
“Is she? Or isn’t she?” I hear one ask...

With silence
Then footsteps
Colliding through my door.

A Masculine Figure, and a Kind-Eyed Woman
slowly
Walk my way

and light from the hall
Pierces Their Rings
while shadows swallow ghostly faces
creeping through the door’s,
last,
creak...

.SLAM.

darkness again
except for a spotlight, above,
as They ask for my name -Grace- age -26- height -5’ 2- (if I really try)

The Man retains my answers
on a clipboard where he stands
And the Woman
gently displays a newspaper clipping,
as it dangles from her hand

close enough for me to read,
the title, and first word I see...

“CELIBATE”

It says,
with a mug-shot drawing
resembling, Me...

“Is. It. True?”
The Man interrupts
halfway looking my direction,
with The Woman, searching my expressions,
to relieve her disbelief.

“i. don’t. know...”
stings the walls,
with three reflections, of my answer.

... and, as slothly as They entered,
now exiting the room,
leaving both Their shadows behind...

Did I answer wrong?
Is this the final verdict?
... My conviction?
Maybe I should have answered more Confident.
Maybe next time, next time?
I’ll speak,
With Greater Diction?

“Shhh. It’s okay, I’ll get you out of here”...
A ghostly face peaked,
out,
from within my shadows

It untied my hands,
and it loosened my feet...

“forgive them” it said “they know not what that say... they know not what they do”
“Hurry now!
You’ve got your whole life, waiting for you!”

It led me to the door,
and pushed me outside

.Light.

...as the Ghostly Face
became a shadow,
in the Judgment Room,
Once Mine ...

Reviews

[Amy]

I really enjoyed reading your poem. It kept me so interested, and your poem made me want to know more on what was happening to her.

[Meliss@k]

Thank you so much Amy!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I see this as someone fighting off pure pressure and ideals set by "society. I love the defiant stand at the end.

[Meliss@k]

Thank you! The ending was definitely something I put thought into because I didn’t want the poem to just end with the man and woman leaving