The Paper

The Paper

Felicia Marie Walters

Poetry

It was there one minute,
And now it is gone.
The room started spinning.
Delirious and frantic
I fell to the ground in a screaming panic.
Damn………

“It’s gone!”
Why, why, why
The itty face appeared.
The ugly face cried.

I searched and searched.
I tried to retain some composure;
As my mind wondered aimlessly about.
26 pages

Who should I call?
What should I do?

I looked for comfort and found NONE.
I looked for help and found some.
“Shutup, ma!”

Something is always better than nothing.
That is if nothing is really anything.

And then there were 22 pages.