Lola Anderson

I lumbered in the quaint room of my love,
dust piled on the rusted,
exposed pipes of ambition.
The room sits lonely,
the aching floorboards
creaking without movement.
I had never yearned
for such aloofness of silence
until the moss grew over my bare feet,
holding me like glue
to a stagnant position of despondency.

I waited and watched
the sky change its mood,
asking the stars
if this feeling will ever stop
but they never answer.

My loneliness wanes
as I decompose
in the old home we once shared,
hoping to reincarnate as someone
who will never have to share
a passing glance with you.
Praying when I walk the world
you’ll be unrecognizable,
your laugh becoming nothing but a sound.

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Lola Anderson, a 16-year-old Oregonian with a passion for writing and photography has always found a haven capturing wildlife through the lens and painting pictures with her words. She makes her way through the world using her words and photographs as stepping stones through life.