Condition Of My HeartThe first time he saw her on the dance floor, he was mesmerized; drawn in by her fluid movements and the curves of her body. She seemed to shimmer, like a distant cosmos. He had to know more; he wanted to become one of them, the epitome of style, out there spinning on the floor. He decided to take that chance, he would go, talk to her, introduce himself, become part of their world.
Soon after that, they became the best of friends, as if it was their destiny. They seemed to just fit. But then something went wrong. She felt that her life was unraveling in her hands; she felt that all hope was lost; she just wanted to disappear. But he refused to let go, 'it'll all get better' he swore. He tried, hard as he could, to save her. He finally became one of them, with all the ambition that his new love had given him. Yet it was not enough, it was too late.
When he hea
Hope -2-I look up as I button my dress,
Through the crack we call a window.
The barren landscape stares back at me.
A hell on earth.
I falter at the last button...
"Will today be the same as every other day?"
I reach to stroke my long hair,
But then, I remember; It isn't there anymore.
I finish the last button.
I gaze out the window once more.
And pray to God:
"Please save me from this hell"
I walk out the door with my hands clasped.
Out to the daily roll-call.
"What did I do to deserve this fate?"
I mutter to myself.
I hear my number called,
I hear him yell it at the top of his lungs,
And I know that today I will join my father.