CHILLY

The chill of ebony envelopes me as the hand of loneliness
points a distorted finger in my direction. The eyes that
stare into mine bring forth piercing memories, for those
same eyes once showed me laughter. They made me dance at
the discovery of a joy that only they could bring. The hand
that now grips my heart, squeezing it into pieces, once
wiped tears from my eyes; they once took my hands and warmed
them in a forgotten love. They lead me into a world of dreams,
only to wake me with the reality of this nightmare. Teaching
me to fly with freedom, and as soon as I got above the highest
birds, and only an arms reach from the brightest heavens,
binding ropes yanked me down to the lowest pits of hell. These
eyes that stare into mine leave an empty space of pain where
my heart once pumped survival into my veins. The voice that
once calmed my fears now echoes with laughter at this distorted
figure before him.

(age 17)