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By Kerisa P., Springfield, MA
The muddy blue glow of the
microwave clock does not give me
seconds to count. It teases me with
hour long minutes and in thirty-nine hours
the moon has not changed position.
Why doesn't it look as tired as I feel?
Concentration rots into a blur.
Perhaps it means something.
But I'm concentrating too hard to think.
Don't let it overtake me. You can torture my mind
but you will not conquer me.
Oh merciless ...
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
crich897 said...
Nov. 19, 2008 at 1:06 pm:
Nov. 19, 2008 at 1:06 pm:
This is a very interesting piece. Like it alot. It seems, though, as if you change tone with the start of line ten. This really confuses me. You might, even though you have been published, like to play around with this a little bit more. Love how it leaves of with "Oh merciless..." though. Really makes you think.
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