Once was I
Maybe talented
Definitely young
Don’t be afraid
Your time may still come
It cannot all be lost in one action
It will not change with one decision
But I will tell you what
I do feel used up
And that so little is really so much
Pages and pages of words
That don’t really say anything
Even if I screamed a thousand times
Still there are words left unsaid.
Maybe even actions undone
Definitely years yet lived
But if that time is up
Then what is really left
A girl with a pen and nothing
Near significant to say
So when I finally think
I’ve done enough with this day
I will finally know the way
To intoxicating sleep
Even though this night burns
And brings a fever about
I still can rest leisurely
Without usual feelings of
Imbalance and self-doubt
Its seems as though few times will pass
Minutes or Hours
Without unmended feelings
And jealous powers
Inflexible almost
Intangible things
And this is what lingers
And follows me
It is the shadow in my dreams
-Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 