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I Shatter

I wait for another moment to pass by.

By Kether DiazPublished 6 years ago 2 min read

I close my eyes.

The alarm just went off, but now the room is silent again. The morning sun crawls slowly on the floor, warming the place. In what looks like a few moments, it reaches the end of my bed. My feet start heating up. It feels good. Another moment passes by. It feels bad.

I open my eyes.

There’s bits of dust flying all around the room, only visible in the light. I push the sheets away and attempt to sit down. I can’t. My body doesn’t want to. I force it to move. In what looks like a few moments, I’m standing in the middle of the room. It’s the beginning of a new day. I’m excited. Another moment passes by. I’m bored.

I draw a breath.

Outside, the naked branches of the trees are covered in snow. The sky is clear. Everything is quiet and silent. Nothing moves, both inside and outside of the room. In what looks like a few moments, a bunch of snow falls from the branches. I smile. Another moment passes by. I frown.

I blink a few times.

The snow is too bright to look at, and it hurts my eyes. I turn away from the window and grab a towel. I go outside the room and enter the bathroom. The water of the shower falls over me. In what looks like a few moments, I am clean and soaking wet. I feel free. Another moment passes by. I feel trapped.

I open my eyes.

I head to the entrance of the house and open the door. My feet are covered in fresh snow. The sky is covered in clouds. Snowflakes fall to the ground like feathers. I open my mouth and one of them falls into my mouth. It tastes like ashes. In what looks like a few moments, the trees are on fire. I’m happy. Another moment passes by. I’m sad.

I close my eyes.

The flames lick my arms and legs as they crawl up my body. I’m sinking in the cold fire. I try to draw a breath but a bunch of snow falls down my throat. I blink a few times but everything is black. In what looks like a few moments, I can’t tell the difference anymore. I’m empty. I wait for another moment to pass by. It never comes. I smile.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Kether Diaz

Don't mind me, I'm just trying to write down my thoughts before my ADHD kicks in and I get distracted by the lovely butterfly-shaped stain on the wall...

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