The Scarlet LettersA Poem by Miles WilburnAbout my youthful angst.
As I boy I sat alone,
And hid inside my room. All my parents ever said is no, no don't you do. Inside my heart eternally was a little F For the failures that I've endured, the embodiment of myself. The letters that my body has displayed over the years. The A's and B's and sometimes C's have never disappeared.. The negativity that they've shown will last for all the ages Even after the chapters over, I relive what was on the pages. Even after this life is over, I'll always relive what you said. Letters are all that will remain of me, long after I am dead. © 2011 Miles WilburnAuthor's Note
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Added on October 2, 2011 Last Updated on October 3, 2011 Tags: Angst, Sad, Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne Previous Versions AuthorMiles WilburnSandy Lake, PAAboutHowdy! I'm Miles! I'm a 25 year old college graduate who is now home bouncing around in adulthood limbo unsure of what will come next. I hope you are able to take something with you when you.. more..Writing
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