The Beginning of the End

By Darcy Reese

The colors are fading, fast.

The grass, once an emerald forest

Is now just grass.

I'm getting reports of travesties

Every day,

Each worse than the last.

Is there something I'm missing

Or is this the beginning

Of the end?

Laughter from strangers doesn't quite vibrate the same

It’s gotten weaker and forced.

My favorite songs don't make me dance the way

They used to drive me to the street

And skip around in the rain.

Am I overthinking

Or is this the beginning

Of the end?

My feet don’t carry me the same

And my mothers eyes don’t sparkle anymore.

I feel grown, yet trapped in the same crib

I have wept in since birth.

Is there any way to win it

Or is this just the beginning

Of the end?

Darcy Reese is in eleventh grade and loves writing and art. She has a passion for music and writing, and hopes to keep that in her life forever.