The outside world seems such a scary place sometimes.

Dear Mother,

It's not okay that I'm not okay.
I'm not alright and that's not alright.
I've had enough of growing up,
don't let me out your sight.

‘The best years of your life,’ they say,
‘take them with a pinch of salt,’ well
I've seen what's coming after this and
they're the best years by default.

Brother hasn't spoke in weeks,
Cousin's feeling blue,
he regrets the choices that he made.
Now he's not speaking too.

Uncle died ten years ago.
Auntie still looks sad.
Grandad's years are running thin,
is all out there this bad?

The world seems such a scary place
that I won't sleep tonight.
I've had enough of growing up,
don’t let me out your sight.

Submitted: August 22, 2007

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Robert Storm

Another good one, well worth living for. hehe.

Wed, August 22nd, 2007 1:59pm


Why thank you very much.

Wed, August 22nd, 2007 8:02am


I LIKE IT. Reminds me of my poem 'Afleckted', which I just un-deleted.
I love your line: "they're the best years by default."
Ah, but are they? Perhaps, the best is yet to come.
take care,

Sun, March 2nd, 2008 11:50am


Thanks for the read and comment =)
So glad you liked, I really love that line too

Sun, March 2nd, 2008 10:45am

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