Fifty-two Minutes
By: Ava Stanza
The dead body
Of a heartbroken girl
Lies on the magenta lined Comforter
Her body is at a complete pause
Stopping her thoughts about the last fifty two minutes
A single tear
Rolls down her left cheek
Down to her neck
To her heavy breathing chest
She plunges her head
into the firm feather pillow
Her eyelids begin to shelter
Her soft emerald green eyes
As her memory fades from the last fifty two minutes
The expired mind starts to wander
To a particular place
A desired place
That some individuals crave to encounter
Daffodils pack the
solid gold pathway
Guiding her
To happiness
Her gentle body floats
Up to the fleecy clouds
It rises to a destination
A destination of new opportunities
Suddenly her body begins to descend
Fifty three
Fifty four
Fifty five
Of a heartbroken girl
Lies on the magenta lined Comforter
Her body is at a complete pause
Stopping her thoughts about the last fifty two minutes
A single tear
Rolls down her left cheek
Down to her neck
To her heavy breathing chest
She plunges her head
into the firm feather pillow
Her eyelids begin to shelter
Her soft emerald green eyes
As her memory fades from the last fifty two minutes
The expired mind starts to wander
To a particular place
A desired place
That some individuals crave to encounter
Daffodils pack the
solid gold pathway
Guiding her
To happiness
Her gentle body floats
Up to the fleecy clouds
It rises to a destination
A destination of new opportunities
Suddenly her body begins to descend
Fifty three
Fifty four
Fifty five
Writer's Statement: I wrote this poem last year about a dream I had. There was something about that dream, I remembered it so vividly. I wanted to create a poem out of it. Writing this poem really got interested in the art of surrealist writing. By the end of last year, I had created a portfolio based off my dreams and surrealist art pieces.