E.P. Rains

A writer writes

A requiem for seventeen

I laid myself to rest last night
A version of myself
Big hopes, wide eyes, living for others
Seventeen

I put myself on a bed of roses
I sang myself a lullaby
And I put a pillow over my head
Smothering what I thought I wanted

Rising the next day
I stood, and accepted
The dreams of that child are no longer
Mine

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Writing hobbyist. I love sharing bits of myself through my fictional stories, poetry and prose. Thanks for dropping by!

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Born in 1996 and I’ve been causing trouble ever since. I like to write. Sometimes I post the things I write on here. Sometimes I hoard them like a dragon and never let them see the light of day. 50/50 chance.

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