May 4, 2012
I am enduring
the poet’s hell,
as I attempt to construct verse
in the unattainable form
of Wordsworth.

It’s laughable really:
How time and again
I suppose my work
is like that (even a smidgeon)
of Poe’s.

“Your voice!” my mind shouts.
“You must find your voice!”
But my true voice is lost
in the brilliant sea
of the Great Lyricists.

Tennyson, Blake, Angelou;
I’ve tried them all,
like sampling every flavor
in a creative ice cream shop.
How sad.

But one day, I will
wake up and there
will be my voice. My true voice.
Ringing loud, clear, and sarcastically
in my head:

“Find a different passion!”

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dark_armor1This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
May 28, 2012 at 11:04 pm
wow good job! i liked it alot :)
Josika.Nav replied...
Jun. 7, 2012 at 12:08 pm
me too!i guess, you found your voice without really looking for it. the poem is very true to its concept.great work and keep writing :D
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