Winter Wallace Poet Free verse

Suburban Teen Whiny Woe

Somewhere something has my eyes
now everything is gray,hard,decayed
Those portraits of mystics and fantasy have been stabbed through and painted black

My sense of wonder...flaccid
My will....abused, embarrassed

Dark
Dank
Blank
Despair

A post 90s cliche

I could sleep a thousand sleeps and never wake to regret yesterday or tomorrow lost

I am the frost on your bleak winter window

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Joanna Smith February 16, 2010 at 12:33 PM everybody has problems, just because mine may be a little harder to swallow than yours does not make you a cliche! when you feel that dark dank blank despair just realize that you are not feeling it for no reason it's because you are human and your suburban teen whiny woe's are no less important than my abused poor neglected hungry beaten woes! this was a great poem all the same and i enjoyed reading it. =)jo

Carolyn Devonshire January 23, 2010 at 7:51 PM Your vision will return to you, Kalonji. Life just runs in up-and-down cycles. Roll with the punches and soon there will be a colorful spring outside that window. (We have all felt this way from time to time. Stay strong, my friend.) Love, Carolyn

Eleanore Bourner January 23, 2010 at 6:24 PM interesting form, but your feelings come out loud and clear. i completely understand. ------Ell