Whirlwind

Whirlwind

A Poem by DoubtReality

I’m lost in a whirlwind of people and sounds,
trapped in a world where my head always pounds.
Where my mother sings songs I don’t understand,
where my father’s not here to give me a hand.
Where my sister is favored and I’m stuck alone,
in this s****y apartment that I call a home.
Where all that I yearn for is deep, dreamless sleep,
but get colors and pictures that I’ll never keep.
Where all that I want is a boy that will stay,
not someone to use me and leave the next day.
 
I envision something permanent.
 
I wish for something real.
 
But honestly, what I covet most
is the ability to feel.

© 2011 DoubtReality


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Wow, neat poem, I too live in a small town, raised by one parent, one of my siblings is favored, so yeah. I kinda know what'cha feelin'. Neat way of showin' it!

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DoubtReality
DoubtReality

Garwood, NJ



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My name is Jessica. I am on a search for the meaning of life. I write to feel. This is me. Random Facts: I'm 17. I live in a terribly small town in New Jersey. I'm single. My favorite color is .. more..

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