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thirsty

thirsty but my mouth is always dry
I drink an drink
and taste ad taste
but they never fill me up. I feel
I’m doing something wrong
I can never fix it, can I?
I feel the ghosts of myself
writing love letters still
I never saw another sunrise like I did that April morning
I’ll never watch another
all the stars I made
the scars I left
the hands I held
the dreams I slept
the gold that gleamed
the light that seemed
both endless and never even there…
I’m losing my mind
lonely for some other time
but never mind.



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MckayThis 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. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 8 at 2:21 pm:
I know this feeling of loneliness. But I don't drink, so my only escape is writing. Great poem. I'm digging it. like Dean Moriarty says in On the Road, which I finally finished and love. 
 
MyApocalypticThis 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. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
today at 12:24 pm :
Oh, you, haha. This poem isn't about alcohol xD I don't know what it really is about at all, but. Not dwinking xD
 
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