You Have Stained My Vision

By Ellie Ryan

You have stained my vision.
With clear chalk outlines drawn with precision.
And as I tumble through the midnight
I break against the etch.

You have thieved my voice.
One sharp swing yet no poise present.
The dust collects in thick swirling heaps;
Your glow outshines it all.

You have crimped the edges.
Mocking jumps over hop-skotch ledges
Mark a clear risk that you ignore.
And I disappear; a see-saw of ruin.

You have let me die.
The water rushes as you pass by,
Hurrying to sand, searching for substance.
Though the transparent grip refuse to hold.

I wish you played with me,
Allowed liberties in your decree.
But all is fine, I can assure.
As multi-colour hands draw up a sketch
Of vibrant images of when you stayed,
Drawn over marks that show you left.

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Ellie is a 17 year old A Level student who has been fascinated with the literary world ever since she was young. She aspires to construct worlds and emotions with her prose.