by Devan Sponsler

One memory, two memories, three memories, four all of which are knocking on my door.
I try to fight them, I cannot win then all of a sudden I am being sucked in.
There is no light, no way out. No matter how hard I try I can’t get out.
I struggle, I scream, as my reality splits at the seams. Only it’s not a dream.
It has happened before. No one stopped it then. Who’s to stop it from happening again?
I go through and relive it. I am scared and afraid. Then all of a sudden I hear my name.
Far off in the distance could it be, that reality has come back to rescue me.
I walk towards my name. I walk towards the light. I see it now shining so bright.
I grab on to it quickly, so it doesn’t escape. So I’m not trapped to watch an already known fate.
I come back to see that I’ve made it back to reality.
My friends and family all ask where I go. I usually lie, and say I don’t know.
But I know where I go I completely understand. I know who’s knocking on my door. It’s the hand of a skeleton’s hand.
It rasps at my door ever so slightly. Then I open the closet door ever so lightly.
My sight opens up and then I come to see all of my skeletons staring back at me.
I close the door turn out the lights. And go back to class, but never give up that fight