Spoken years.
Enough, it was never enough.
Vacant soul, I was left.
Each year, seemed so slowly fade.
Nearing, the end I watched those seven years fade.
Yearning for something new, but unsure of what.
Earlier in life, it was just so simple to know.
Adolescent years just were the simplest years to have, there was no worries.
Rendering those years just seem to be a waste.
So many years wasted, when they could have been used to having fun.
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A contest entry
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Comments
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This is a very good poem, I like the message in this. Don't waste time doing nothing when you could be doing something to make yourself happy. Great write! Thank you so much for entering!
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Different and true. Loved it! Thanks for entering.
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