I sit in a school library,
Kids chatting endlessly,
Talking about a new fight,
Down the oval, a gory sight.

Singing joyfully their tunes,
A petrifying librarian looms,
Watching with her eagle eyes,
Smiling, thinking of the noises’ demise.

Playing their games on the screen,
Doing homework is just obscene,
Lunch is all for talk and play,
While work is for another day.

I sit in a school library,
Music blasting endlessly,
A loop of my favourite tracks,
Alone, children turn their backs.

My only company seems,
To be the boundless online streams,
And my hat, by my side,
Making friends, I’ve truly tried.

But writing for me, alone,
Seems to be my sacred home,
And chatting seems to be a waste,
As I sit, write, and hide my face.

my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.
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writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.

Steve your chapter is now over.  
You’ve had a wonderful life and you’ve had your  closure.
You fought nazis and you’ve fought aliens. You’ve fought Tony Stark too.
And I never thought I’d have to say goodbye to you.
You’re the most bravest and kindest and spirited of them all.
If you ever needed me I would have come to your call.
I know you had your happy ending. I’m happy and a little sad too.
That I’ll never see you again. But your time here is through.
I’ll miss your confidence that everything will turn out alright.
But most of all I’ll miss you and your light.

Tell me
What’s your endgame plan?
You snap your fingers
And I melt in your hand
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I wish I
Could rescue us