Unknown Emotions

• Brooke Little, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

My feelings are grasping onto something I don’t understand. An emotion that seems to linger in my mind, like a passing fog. The sky seems higher then it usually is, the clouds non-existent as the stars come in to view. In this moment, the wind is passing through the shimmering grass and my sadness overlays each other, weaving its self into a blanket, I can feel the phantom heat of a hand softly holding mine and when the moments pass and the chances fade away, so does the waning heat and the wetness on my cheeks. As if the seconds were blown away by the wind and only decades were left. In this present time, not even time could tell how much time has passed, not even my brain could tell what emotions I was feeling. Not even I could tell nor will I ever be able to tell, as I am left in the darkness, with the lights shining above me. Not even I could tell.