A Poem Written by a Precious Friend

The Someone Elses

While I rolled over in my bed,

Tucked into the warmth of my covers,

Not wanting to get up,

Someone else froze to death.

While I ate my breakfast,

Well-rounded with eggs and toast and peaches,

Someone else starved to death.

While I walked to class with my friends,

Under a blue sky,

Feeling loved,

Someone else jumped off a building in the rain.

While I dozed through my Geology lecture

On volcanoes and magma,

Someone else experienced their destructive power.

While I ate lunch,

Again surrounded by friends,

Discussing our futures,

Someone elses future became their present and past.

And while I sit here,

Writing on recycled notebook paper

With a cheap, disposable pen,

Sitting beneath electric lights

In a chair/desk combo I would consider uncomfortable,

Someone else writes more meaningful words in the dirt.

By Andrea Rivard