Am I Allowed?

Am I Allowed?

A Poem by Askew

Am I allowed this?
This small piece of happiness, 
This tiny piece of indulgence?
Is it something I'm allowed to take
Or will it be ripped from me once again?
Do I deserve it,
Or am I doomed to a life of lonely heartbreak
And quick sex in the dark?
No one has to know.
It can be a pretty little secret
Where neither of us admit to anything
And we can save the quiet joy for ourselves.
I'm ready to be happy,
Though I don't know if I can be.

© 2018 Askew


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I remember, once upon a time when I was young, a teenager in fact. Looking back at all the foolish
things I did and those I didn't do I look back and wish I knew then what I know now. Growing up is a
very difficult job. The choices we had in my youth were in many ways very restricted, today there are so many options. Many without having to worry about unwanted consequences, but still because there are so many options the choices young people have to make are that much more difficult.

In so many ways I envy you and the youth of today. On the other hand I hope that the vast majority
of you use your God given intelligence to select wisely. I honestly don't know if this helps you or not

Take care - Dave.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Fear has insulated many a soul from happiness. Pain can be the most powerful of inhibitors. An insightful work.

Posted 5 Years Ago


This is a heartbreaking poem as I'm sure it was intended to be. It brings to mind images of despair and loneliness so intense that one's eyes become misty (at least mine do). For such a short poem, it is quite powerful. It is genuine and desperately calling for understanding and an anchor to a source of happiness wherever it may be found.

It is the pained shriek of all teenagers. Not only are they at odds with their own parents but, indeed, their own bodies as they are flooded with raging hormones, perpetually changing bodies, and conflicted emotions that never seem to make any sense...to them or anyone else. Even cries for help are often misunderstood. How much more so would be a cry for happiness?

Posted 5 Years Ago



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