Never shall I forget the night I kneeled by the toilet seat, sobs coming from my throat instead of bile, hoping my parents wouldn't hear.
Never shall I forget way my phone was a block of ice in my hand, my boyfriend's sobs just as erratic as mine.
Never shall I forget the feeling of rosary beads in my hand, praying for a power that I didn't truly believe in to intervene.
Never shall I forget how I tried to sleep that night, knowing there was nothing more I could do.
Never shall I forget the absolute terror I felt at the thought of never seeing Adam ever again.
Never shall I forget waking up the next morning, learning that he survived, but still being filled with a sense of detachment all day.
Never shall I forget seeing my best friend, who was the most stoic and reserved person other than my father, look so drained and tired.
Never.
(this is a poem that I had to write for my english class, based off of Elie Wiesel's essay in Night)
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