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A Musty Cloud Hangs Over
by Ann D, Kentucky, USA, Age 16


A musty cloud hangs over,
Hangs over our memories.
In the midst of the dust I see myself,
I see you-
My heart sinks
My throat knots
What we did we all remember-
With every simple detail my heart drowns
And my knurled throat suffocates me-
The cause is now, as you have all,
You have you; you have more time, more experiences, more memories
Change is good-
But not now, not this way
I feel abandoned, left out… forgotten in your memories-
Stuck in your dust I choke
Tears to mud, slow me further
Stuck in the mud, I press on the gas-
I dig a deeper whole, I get no where-
I have ruined and dug open of my surface,
An ounce of my feelings go bare-
You catch a glimpse of Inside and mistake it for indeep,
Your eyes deceived by a bruised scabbed surface-
But you judge…
You dig my muddy whole deeper.
The damage seems irreversible
I leave it alone; give it time to heal-
Only now it has dug right down to my heart, and buried indeep-
Becoming part of me, truly-
But the truth hurts anyway…
It hurts me, being different from you

I take a break from it all, clear my mind,
And return fresh, to my old me…

It seems to be fine
Head above the cloud
I over read
Read in to deep-
I want to believe
For everything is great-
And back to how we once were…
In those memories shaded by a musty cloud