Surrounded

September 15, 2013
By WishfulDoer GOLD, Portland, Oregon
WishfulDoer GOLD, Portland, Oregon
14 articles 0 photos 69 comments

Favorite Quote:
If ignorance is bliss, why is our country so complicated?


I am surrounded by
The sounds, the hands,
The touches of my past
Screaming and crying
And asking me to offer
My condolences

No one asked me if I wanted these memories
I was not warned by
The powers that be
To avoid looking back at
The things I was told
To rely on

“Your past is who you are”
Then I belong in a cage
Crammed next to the monsters
Who raised me to be
“Who I am”

I am the next generation
It’s my job to keep the line strong
To mend the bridges you burnt
But only I walked away with third degree

I am trying to be fine
And figure myself out
But you keep pestering and poking
At a wound you created

I am not my past
And you are not my present
The future is coming in fast
Too quick to pamper your
Insurmountable discontent


The author's comments:
This poem was written in the heat of the moment, I suppose. I was very frustrated and needed an outlet, and poetry was the easiest way to go. I know there are probably some mistakes and iffy bits, but it was meant to be raw because it was exactly how I was feeling as I was writing it.

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on Sep. 29 2013 at 12:53 pm
RoyalCorona SILVER, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
All of us fave failed to match our dream of perfection. I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. -William Faulkner

Wow!! This was very raw and beautiful! I love writing when I'm upset, it always seems to help out so much! Great job! 


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