Born into the adult world at 5
how the hell did a survive
I've seen death I've seen people beat to the verge of death
I can't stop to take a breath
at 6 I met trauma what a horrible encounter
can I find a counter?
however you still treat me like i haven't seen this world
I've seen more than most have observed
I may be seventeen but I am not stupid, pure, I know this world
there are few things I haven't learned
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GabrielThePoet (
Offline) - Published: December 18th, 2022 22:08
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
harrowing, to contemplate
this is a reality, a voice
for far too many..
love the matter of fact, bravery
poetry, distilled raw
so even the most ignorant
can hear it, once and for all!
a poignant read, thanks for sharing
'smells like teen spirit'
Kurt would be proud, I think
(sing your Truth, chase your dreams
but don't admire, that category
of adulthood
cherish youth, suck it dry of all its got to offer
like a perfectly blossomed strawberry
embrace your fury, build a furnace
and let your lava, drip
on every blank canvas, you bravely
mould to your will
cherish youth, forget about earning
affirmation or respect
from other people's eyes
seek, validation
first and foremost, from those eyes
in the mirror, that know you best
cherish youth, utilise it in each heartbreak
or unrealised dream, let your unshed tears
water your life's garden of solace
learn to smile at strife
and cough out your hurt
never, repress it
and maybe, hopefully
you'll go-on to live one of those lives
Poet's write about...!
cherish your youth, for soon
it will be too far, to reach for
even beyond, reverie's blinks)
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