Melody Playford uses poetry as an outlet for sharing memories
I ask for darkness
And the shadows begin to cast themselves
My eyes are forced shut
And all I can feel is the coolness of the insincerity
I’m able to take a peek
And see the fogginess of your lies settle
The air is as dense as a brick wall
The air is as colourful as a burning building
I hear screaming, but see no one around
I see myself in your hazel eyes;
I look like I’ve been split into pieces
Fragments are scattered along the hollow ground
Who will pick me up when I can’t pick up myself?
You’re always there,
Always ready to piece me back when I tumble.
But, you’re gone
And I’ll never be put back
There’s no way to bring you back
There’s no way to remove the heaviness of this air
Melody Playford is a second-year English and art history student.
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