sad poetry by myself and others
Yearning for the highway
Dreams set out before you
Like a highway
Your map of hopes studied and remembered
Aching to start your adventure
With enthusiasm charging your world
You turn the magic key
Wanting to feel the breeze of speed in your hair
Knowing you could go that little bit faster
Taking a turn here a turn there
Each junction a choice made a decision taken
Looking back but moving forward
Yearning for the highway
NR 5/21/99
as she watched,
from the safe interior of her house,
at all the comotion outside,
she dreamed of a way to free herself of the protection.
she wished she could be free
like the birds flying above the trees in her front yard,
and run through the long grasses in her backwoods
much like the white tailed deer she saw the day before.
but alas,
she could not,
her family had said that while they were away
she was not to stray from the house,
except to go to school,
and nothing more.
if they would only hear of her going outside
to the unknown sorroundings
she would be banished from all that interested her now.
so as it was told,
she lived a life of fear and boredom.
not being able to do anything,
but afraid to have less to do.
by laura 4/10/99
i sit
and i watch
as my best friend sits alone
everyone hates her
except me
and no one joins her
including me
i am not brave enough to give my best friend company
because i am afraid-
afraid that i will lose all my other friends
if i choose to sit with my best
friend
by laura 4/12/99
i am sitting in a world of darkness
where no one dares enter
they are scared off by my unjust walls
and don't bother try to help
i sit in my hole deep in the earth
night after night
i am afraid to exit,
and find what waits for me
in my future path of hate
i know it must
and will be bad
and so i am afraid
should i stay alone
or voyage into the unknown
it is the question of my life
i have not found that answer yet
when i have found that answer i will be brave enough to die
but when i find that answer
i will no longer want to die
by laura 4/16/99