Breaking down like a drone
Feeling like a pig without gruel
No steam, and no esteem,
I feel like I'm a never ending stream
Always thinking, no drinking
But constant intoxicated mindset
All the Circles say to smile more
But I think I'm thinking, that'd be a bore
Sad is glad,
At least that what you used to think Dad
Will I become you, or are you becoming me?
Connecting to disconnect, such a weird phase
I'm just a 16 year old punk,
But I feel 70 and without any spunk
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Self reflective of my life at the moment. Written with a more Punk and Indie feel to it than a dark and depressing feel to it.
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Comments2
Very nice free verse poem. Its odd to feel old some days while we're young isn't it?
Yeah, and thanks!
This is so cool.
Thank you
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