Whitney Zahara Poet Epic

Unclear

I sit there, unaware,  of what might happen
As my foot begins a tappin'
I blink, and think, of the next step ahead
as I begin to lie down on my bed.
 
My dear, things seem so unclear
and everything seems a bit too hard to hear
Everything becomes anew, unclear of what to do
in this life I'm still going through.
 
I'm growing up so fast
that I even stored away my past
I clear my mind as I lie on my bed
and thoughts leaving me surely undead.
 
I'll awake the next morning, with an unsaid warning
knowing that my life isn't the same
I'm done with messin', I've learned my lesson
that life is not a game.
 
I'm done being unclear, finally able to hear
being a whole different me
Suddenlly knowing, that I'm growing
and accepting how it's gonna be.

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Richard Palmer November 15, 2012 at 5:34 PM wonderful words Witney,young and wise,lovely

Vicky Tsiluma November 10, 2012 at 11:20 AM Beautifully written Zahara! I love the way you started with the doubt and ended with the realization. In life, there reaches a time we have to make a stand. Nicely done!