A Coming of Age PoemA Poem by CatI am 12 when I realize I will never be doe to hart Just b***h to mutt I am 15 when I decide I will always be angry pen on paper Hoping maybe someone can make sense of my scrabble I am 16 when I discover I cannot give what what I do not not have I blame myself for the aftershock I am always rubble remnants of other people’s decisions I am always Static sarcastic simile Always a fragment of someone's fantasy Always archaic acapella Voices strained drained into silence And they tell me There have never been galaxies from gravel Never a promise not plagiarized Never wealth from whirlwind Don’t bother looking for something that is not yours for the taking I am 16 and I wonder when I’ll be able to sleep without desperate hands clutching to bed sheets begging answers to the things I do not understand There’s not a lot of things I do © 2017 CatFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on March 28, 2017 Last Updated on March 28, 2017 AuthorCatAboutI'm a little bit of a wanderer but who isn't in this world? Aspiring polyglot and amateur poet. Words are my best friend and so is poetry. Come get lost with me it'll be fun I promise :) more..Writing
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