In the middle always
not alone but unseen
standing in the corner of a large crowd
to afraid to dream
Not a care in the world should make me
stop, I feel stupid and distinguished,
the unfortunate i've got.
too dry to be talented
too confused to be skilled
too unfaithful to accomplish
use to being tortured than killed
too unpatient to hesitate
too unready to be set
too many exceptions to be accepted
too worthless to be kept
farthest lessons are closest learned
use time wisely
before fate takes it's turn.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Seizure (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, January 29 2003, 05:02 pm|
Ashley, this is a really great poem. It was definately one of the more heart felt poems I've read today... Just keep slapping your emotions down on paper and I'll keep reading them.
|Ashley (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, February 7 2003, 05:11 am|
Seizure, I really enjoy your peoms also and I will keep on writing. Thanks
|ashley (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, December 14 2003, 09:08 pm|
hey just wanted to say i really really like this poem. it explains a lot of things i never knew how to say. you are a very good writer.
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