The End of an Era

The End of an Era - student project

Hands begin to shake while I force my fingers to keep typing, keep explaining myself. 

Thoughts are racing in my head the way a bird might chase its prey. 

Quietly creeping up and then all at once,

Tears stream down my face. 

A comforting voice is now laying beside me, he asks what is wrong; 

Wrong in my life, in society, in the world. 

I push the words out of my lips and it feels like a strong hand is crushing my throat.


The screen is illuminating, the words jumping out. 

My fate is placed down. 

Endearing eyes meet mine and wrap themselves around me. 

Tears never stopped falling.