Poem: Changes

I thought it was real
But no it couldn’t be
Because I was living
With the she-devil
And one day I was playing cards
And she was in her bedroom
Talking on her cell phone
I heard words that cut into me
Deep cuts that couldn't be healed.
And when she came out
Everything was normal again
Except for that I knew
What she had said about me.
She thought I didn’t try hard enough.
But I tried my best
And I invited my friend over
And she helped me get better.
My cell phone was in my pocket
Because I called my best friend
To tell her of each day
And how I wanted out.

I got my break.
Me and my girl
We could go help out
In a war-torn country.
They landed us in a dusty street,
Flashes of light going off.
And we ran our hearts out
Trying to get away from the blasts
That kept going off
In orange lights
And flames in the distance.
Pushing the dust up
And stinging my eyes.

We ran across the street
I grasped her hand tightly
Trying not to get torn away
But she was faster than me.
And I was left trying to cross
The street.
But the wind was blowing me back
And I couldn’t run across
I wondered why my legs weren’t working.
And my panic kept rising
As I kept trying to run faster
Across the street
Clogged with cars.

And my cell phone,
Still in my back pocket
Ready for me to call home
Was taken by a man
His eyes full of fear
Full of grief and sorrow.
I was upset because I couldn’t call my
Best friend to let her know.

When we got back home
We waited in the nearby park
Waiting for anyone to show up.
And my best friend opened her door
When she saw that we were back.
We went in
And we reflected on our trip.
It hurt to remember
The words that the she-devil had said
About me that night in the bedroom.
And I wished I would have amnesia.
But I told my best friend
About all my worries.
And then she told me
That I could move in with her.