A short poem I wrote today after talking to a sad young man.
I wish to be heard
But have never found the words to speak
I wish to be valued
But I have never accomplished one real thing
I watch the world
But no matter what I do, no one sees me
I am taught many things
And yet some how I haven’t been shown how to cope
I think I have found my answers
At the end of this rope
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Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on July 14, 2007
such despair; but its not what we do, it is WHOSE we are. ..this is so succinct and sparse, as if it was a metaphor, a foreshadowing of a shortened life,
well-portrayed
.ness.
Reviewed by Tiana Jett (Reader)
Reviewed on July 13, 2007
A sad poem indeed and wonderfully written ... I hope he find the strength within himself to overcome life's adversities ... Welcome to the den ... look forward to reading more of your work ... hugs - Tiana
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well-portrayed
.ness.