Adelaide Miller

                                     My stolen 
                                     words only echo off
                   		    the walls I stare at. I’m sure there
               			    was a time when they answered back. 
              		           Through paper trails I tried to burn, you 
            		            never cease to seep into my life. Memories 
                                     flick like feathers drifting down to meet 
                                       oil. Wings clipped as I admire the sky. 
                                      I wonder if the sun will miss me 
                                     when I finally join the 
                                     Earth?