Treasure Island

Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)


Verity


A
Curse
In my head

A
Smile
On my face.

A
Contradiction
That’s all I am.

A
Fake
Carefree life

While I
Wait
For you here.

And all you had to do to save me
was look down.

Just a flick
of the eyes
while you glide
above the clouds

Just a glance
straight down
before two heavens
finally collapsed on you…

Fire!
I shield my eyes
Look!
Not quite in time
Fall!
You loved the sky
Crash!
A million lies

I’m out of time…
I’m out of time…
I’m out of love…
It’s buried with you

Writing
about you
it’s like you
never left
A shadow
My copilot
Waiting in the wings-

alive
alive
ALIVE.

Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014

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Dedicated to Maddie 'Kittyhawk' and Julie 'Verity'…
and of course, their creator, Elizabeth Wein.

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