by Brianna Charron '19
Start the timer.
Sixteen hours left
A hospital bed and wires everywhere,
He can't breathe.
Tubes and needles pierce pale skin.
Fifteen hours left.
They can't figure out what's wrong with him.
A wife weeps and hopes for her husbands health.
Fourteen hours left.
There's a small blood clot in the brain,
They don't know how.
He was fine a couple days ago.
Thirteen hours left.
Sweet memories of the past,
Fill a wife's mind
And thoughts of the unknown creep in.
More tears and more fear.
Twelve hours left.
The blood clot is getting bigger,
They can't do anything for it.
Eleven hours left.
More strokes and heart attacks.
Calls to the family,
And prayers are whispered from trembling lips.
Ten hours left.
The tears won't stop,
These mixed feelings of confusion and sadness.
I can't stop shaking.
I want to accept it but can't.
The tears keep falling
It's like a thunder storm in my head
Make it stop, please
Four hours left.
I was awoken by sobbing.
We have to go the the hospital.
The hurting won't stop.
The car engine hums,
Three hours left.
I knew this would happen.
SCU 3 is the room number.
The air is dense,
I can barely get a full breath.
Two hours left.
Everyone's here now.
My mind is blank,
What do we do after this.
One hour left.
I can't breathe,
I leave to go outside.
I think to myself.
Why does this have to happen?
Why do I feel this burning in my chest?
I feel cold.
Like a mild winter storm.
It feels like everyone is going at the speed of light
And I am standing still
In this sea of busy people
That don't feel the same way
Zero hours left.
We go back inside,
Walking up the ramps,
Through white hallways,
Something lifts off my shoulders.
We arrive at the room,
I can't believe my eyes.
The Only Girl I Want
by Zech Thauer
As fiery as the midday sun she lets her golden hair shine
Her eyes are like the stars lighting up the room
When I first saw her all I could think was I want her as mine
And it’s as though our paths were destined to cross through fate’s loom
Oh how I long to sin and touch my lips to hers
Then touch our lips again and take my sin back
But to kiss her would go against the king and heir
Being with her makes me whole for the feeling of love is something I lack
Appealing to king and heir is of difficulties unknown
For if I confess my love of the king’s daughter from his kingdom I’ll be thrown
Yet from the heir I receive no trouble nor am I forced to toil
How it works out must depend on how well I prove myself a royal
But royals can believe themselves to be a god
Then God puts their delusions to rest with the rod
So at the risk of losing the king’s acceptance I shall stay humble
I’ll work myself until my hands bleed to see to it she does not stumble
In case of most boys the king wants them to prove themselves a man
And most kings wish the boy to have the ability to uphold good intentions
Other boys loved her beauty and when hardship came from the kingdoms they ran
So to prove myself to be able bodied I shall stand against great tensions
I may not be the strongest or fastest but I believe myself to be the best for her
I will stand tall and through all times I will stand and deliver
Happiness and a life of peace to her is what I shall bring
And I will ensure I am the one to do just that with a ring
You breathe everyday, without even a thought about it. Breathing is such an essential part of life, you must breathe to live. But so many things in life stop you from breathing. Things take your breathe away. Things cause your life and breathing to pause, if just for a moment.
This is your hand, this
outstretched open palm, offering,
and so is this, your fist
ready to strike and beat back the world.
Did you know the ancient greeks
had no word
for the color blue?
when my old classmates see each other in the supermarket
a bond stronger than that of typical alumni is between them
there is a battlefield still on fire in their minds