Bianca Singelstad
An Unconscious Ending
The only life I’ve ever known,
Rests dead.
As I lay in bed
I imagine
The last hug,
Last laugh,
And last
Goodbye
I said.
Teachers say not to fear.
Pastors remind us
That Jesus is here.
Parents shake their heads,
Not knowing when the end
Will come near.
Lights went out.
For the last time.
We closed our math books,
Shut our computers,
And left our friends,
With no consciousness
Of the months ahead.
We didn’t spend enough time
Saying goodbye.
Nobody closed their locker,
Thinking it’d be the last time.
Nobody thought this was the end.
Hope seems distant.
As friends start to respond
Less
And less.
Love seems strained
As fists are raised
Again
And again.
The protesters
Have been silenced,
And now the streets lay dead.
Hope seems lost
And today
Feels like the end.
Bianca Singelstad is a 16-year-old writer from Lake Mills, Iowa. She enjoys being involved in her school, church, and community. This appears to be her first publication, although something else is forthcoming in For Women Who Roar.
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