The Attics This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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     In the attics of my life

A man, or perhaps a boy,

Sits day after dulling day.

I bring him food

And I stay to talk to him.

The sustenance I bring

Is lined with lies, coated with sarcasm,

And topped with deceit

But he swallows it all,

And innocently asks for more.

When I am feeling courageous,

I throw a pinch of honesty

His way, hoping for a miracle.

He is so used to the taste

Of my fear and distrust

That he doesn’t even notice

The difference.



This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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AprilSunshine said...
Mar. 19, 2011 at 8:02 pm
Well that was... interesting... I liked it alot!
 
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