Look around,
You've come of age.
Emotions spiral inside.
You've felt this before
but you can't,
you won't remember.
The feeling of being lost,
inadquate, inaccessible.
Fear wells up inside.
They walk on by,
They come and go,
and always, so do you.
A crumpled piece of paper,
on the side of the road
covered in muck.
But not this time,
I will not be left behind.
I will be loved.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
xena!
you hit the proverbial nail on the head as it were>>> good job!