GABRIEL ST-CHARLES

Poetry

by the door.

The boy’s still waiting by the door is this my cross or my own war? Our mother rests

ripping me in two.

Rat-a-tat-tat, I’m back on track spiralling thoughts are coming back Starry-eyed dreams I’ve seen and done but still

better.

A poem about always wanting more.

penance.

A poem about consequences.

sun-kissed skin.

Is this what happens when the stars align? Green eyes that leave you lost in time. A gaze

alas.

I turned a school essay into a love poem.