Husky Poems: Everything Slowly Molds Into Routine

Hailey Dimter, Staff Writer

Everything slowly molds into routine 

Tidy up and keep it clean

Fear of what people will think 

What happens if they see

What I’ve been hiding the real me 

Draw the curtains as i deplete

I feel dizzy cant stand on my feet 

Why is it that i feel the need to hide

Even though I dont have one to confide 

Paper and pen become my friend 

Me and them till the end

 

Eyes slowly drift

Surroundings slowly become blurry

Subconsciously awake as my mind shifts

To what I run from always in a hurry

Escaping reality seems like a gift

My one unachievable wish clouded by worry 

Through my thoughts I disorientedly sift 

Once again confused my words are slurry 

Darkness swallows life gone so swift 

 

Sun shines through the mountain peak

The rivers run a slow leak 

Sound is very quiet and meek 

Yet so overbearing and mystique 

Nature’s calmness I do solemnly seek 

The sight so appealing and river so intriguing looking off-peak

Abundances of color quite eccentric and unique 

As I take a last longing look over the creek 

I inhale and relish with no obligation to speak

 

The feeling of want is strong

Some say don’t do that it is wrong

Don’t let ungratefulness become a flaw 

White men wanting affected the law 

My want seems like it will last life-long 

It plays like a broken record a tiring song 

Every emotion feels so raw

What’s in reach always run like a wanted outlaw