April 25, 2009
By , San Antonio, TX

doesn’t quite cover it. Anger and resentment
course through my veins, along with a
little hope and sadness because abandoned


just another word for unloved. That is something
I feel everyday, minute by minute inching along
with nobody to help nobody to listen. But is


thinking of me too? Perhaps staying up at night
staring at the blank darkness, wondering out
loud whether she’ll get to hold me one last time or if we’ll


see each other again. Yet somehow I know
(in some sad way) that maybe seeing her, feeling
her motherly warmth is not the best idea. Maybe her


home is not the best thing for me. Do I really want to see her in
her dwindling state? Watch her fall to pieces
before my eyes just to get one last kiss. Watch her turn her


on me once again.

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<3::wish4wings::<3 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 17, 2009 at 8:17 pm
aww this is really sad, but i really liked it.
Meghan said...
Aug. 17, 2009 at 2:19 am
Amazing emotional poem. You really let people see how you felt.
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