Prena Poetry

i remember lying
on the cold floor for hours,
it was ages ago
but i remember
how inscrutable and haunting it felt.
i remember the first time
i felt that wave of melancholia,
we were back in my mother’s hometown
one afternoon,
i was staring at the
empty green mountains,
and all at once my eyes swelled up
with a brutal ache
in my fragile little chest.
i was barely 5.
i think i began to
complicate life way too early.
a little kid felt too much;
more than her brain
could ever comprehend
or her heart could
ever compensate the ache
that started to age with her.
i’m 19 now; loved yet labile.
i’m already too tired
i don’t know how to not be
this shameless sinking ship.