Chantelle Clark

Rookie (Feb 7th 1991 / Toronto)

War... - Poem by Chantelle Clark

Then it goes
Oh how it flows.
I then go white
Under ashen light.
The floorboards soaked
A little voice croaked,
'What did I do?
...with these thoughts of you? '
The ashen light fades
And I see the old spades.
The old cards arise
Bringing my demise.
Crashing upon the floor
Like a slamming door.
A beloved old picture falls
While a lovely voice calls.
But the walls muffle the sound
As I reluctantly hit the ground.
Not yet cold,
Maybe one day my story will unfold.
If not I'll paint the sea red
But for now I stagger into bed.
Collapsing down upon the mess
I can never seem to pass this test.

Grabbing my sweater
I started to write that perfected letter.
The words flow...
I already know,
What I'll say...
'How come life can be so frayed? '
A knock on the door
The creak of the floor.
The walls are the barriers
No more message carriers.
Things said blocked, a tick-tock.
All I can hear is the clock.
Time goes by
Oh how it flys.
I place the letter on my desk
Time to pass this unwritten test.
Walking out of that room
Here comes my awaiting doom.
If I come back
You'll know my strength didn't lack.
Into the sunset I walk
No more time for talk.
At home save me a place
Just in case.
No more questions please
And don't you dare tease.
If I come home
I'll bring a beaded comb.
A treasure for you
That benefits too...
Walking alone in the sunset view
I don't know if I will come back to you.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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