My Lament

Poem by: needtobreathe555

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I am only 13 years old, and really would like some honest feedback on my poem. Don't hold back. ;). I've had quite a time in my years, with my mom drinking and my parents divorcing, etc. I thought poetry would be a good way to get it out. This poem somewhat sums what it feels like to be hurting inside... its certainly a dark poem.

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Submitted: February 23, 2013

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MY LAMENT

By Emma Taub

With all my trials in so short a life,

I am aged far beyond my years,

My brain, stricken with what seems everlasting strife,

My pillow, constantly damp with tears.

Beneath this mask I wear, there is almost nothing left of me,

But an empty, aching heart,

And a tender, raw, inner psyche.

Those who I thought cared for me,

Quickly turned away,

The once gleesome happiness within me,

Instantly poisoned and dismayed.

Although all joy in the world is escaping,

And I fear the worst is around the bend,

I have a small hope that this hell imbedded in me,

Will finally be put to an end.

So, onward, I march.

Onward in this endless sea of artificial laughing grins,

While they tease me,

Poking and pecking at me,

 I wait for my last spark of hope,

To, at long last, come out, and save me,

From this cavalry.

 

But, alas, I am pulled into this parade,

This Mardi Gras of fake ecstasy,

Plastered with this painful smile,

With these inner demons inside of me.

When I lay my head to rest, at last,

Hopeful of some long-needed peace,

That’s when the real terror begins,

As whispers of demons fill my ears,

And every nightmare I’ve ever witnessed, suddenly released.


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My Lament

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I am only 13 years old, and really would like some honest feedback on my poem. Don't hold back. ;). I've had quite a time in my years, with my mom drinking and my parents divorcing, etc. I thought poetry would be a good way to get it out. This poem somewhat sums what it feels like to be hurting inside... its certainly a dark poem.
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