With a turn of my small body
everybody has left me remaining high in the sky
rocking on my infinite swing.
My life never maintained a cascade,
my summers remaining unchanged,
selling sugary lemonade
on my front lot,
people coming and going just for a drink
but my life maintains a neglected cascade.
My humor staying in place,
laughing at anything schoolkids say,
too excited over getting new toys,
frantic over boys,
getting taller with time
but my life failed at a cascade;
eighteen years of hanging above the Pennsylvania dirt
forever stuck in this heart, filled with hurt.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
