Last Thought

May 1, 2009
I was walking on my own
Trying to find my way home
I stopped to look around
As the rain started pouring down

For so many years
And so many thoughts
There's nothing to remember
And nothing to think about

I was running down the mountain
Trying to find my own little fountain
My fountain of memories
That have longed to be freed

I was searching for a hand
A hand to hold and to understand
Understand the way I think my thoughts
And how I fight battles already been fought

Inside nor out
Doesn't anyone know what this is about
I am who I am
Don't try to change me
Just try to understand

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wolflover6 said...
May 11, 2009 at 3:54 pm
this made me think of the way that things in my life are going. don't let anyone change yo, you are perfect in this way.
jennnnnnn This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 10, 2009 at 11:29 pm
i like the message of your poem, i think a lot of people yearn for someone who wont judge and who will just understand

but i think that your poem contains very simple ideas, and i think you can expand on some things like the fountain you describe and the rain pouring down.

but all in all, with some practice, you could be a very great poet :)

itd be nice if you could check out my stuff too, thanks!
nxexnxaxj said...
May 10, 2009 at 1:28 am
this is cute =]
Batwoman said...
May 9, 2009 at 2:15 pm
Awwhh that was so sweet and amazing I loved it!!!!
blackamethyst said...
May 9, 2009 at 1:22 am
i love your poem, especially the last stanza
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