Who Am I Even?

Drifting further into the darkness, my heart is sinking.

My school years coming closer to an end, but now repeating.

The air I breathe is losing it's life, along with my laughter.

And here I am,

Here I am.

The world is consuming my soul, ripping at my heart.

Who am I even?

The world continues on,forgetting the past. And here I am,

Alone.

Peacefully I watched my dear niece sleep,

Whom has no idea of what lies ahead.

I hold hercloser and begin to cry,

And there I was,

Falling.

I am lowering myself down, drowning myself in my sleep,

Where is the end I am seeking?

I see all my classes for the next semester,

And here I sit,

Crying.

Where time slows to a stop, I shiver and quake;

Because it is here, the end, officially.

Nothing I can do could help.

And next year I will be,

Here, once again.

My final request, is but only this.

Be sure to let my sweetheart, my boo know,

I love him.

And here I am,

Closing my eyes.

And here I am,

Saying goodbyes.

AND THERE I WAS...

~Emily~

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[David Scott]

I sense the great sadness here is a truth for you. Maybe overdramatized to give the reader a sense of how deeply you feel this sadness. Yet this is what poetry is good for some days... A purging.
Yes, each moment we must say goodbye to the last moment and get ready for the next..
Honestly, you are never in the past or the future Emily. You are only ever in the now. You can only say in reality, "Here I am".
So what?
Well, you can say, "I feel like crap". That is fine. You can say, "I am not going to do anything to change this feeling and I will embrace this and sink with it". You can say, "I will take one step towards my light". The power is in the now. Not the past. Not what you feel or even rationally think the future may be.
So what?
When you pen your feelings, you have taken a positive step. You are sharing with another when you post. Another positive step. You are doing something in the now. You are creating art.
In this moment, you are reading the thoughts of a stranger who has read your art and has felt the power of your emotions and cares enough to encourage not only your work. but your life and your energy.
This moment is beautiful beyond measure Emily and your poem created it...
So, "Here you are".

Talented artistry.