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This is the first (serious) poem I ever wrote, when I was about thirteen years old

Under the greenwood tree I stand ,
I stand and stare into the darkness
that overpowers and envelops
itself around me.

All is calm ,
Yet not peaceful…

I cry out for release, mercy.
But answer there is none.

I relapse into dreams…
Pleasant and peaceful times, these.
The meadows are green,
The Bird and the Leaf do sit on the branch.

But an evil wind is blowing:
Terror, Panic, blood everywhere
Will there be no end?

Light, at last!
The meadows are green once more,
The birds sing, the wind does blow.
But I sleep on; never to wake
From eternal slumber.

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Neetee said…
Quite a deep thinker at thirteen. I remember that age for me. The world was so imposing and I felt that I was becoming too much of a grown up child to be protected by my parents. It was the beginning of frightening times on the way to maturity.

You poem fueled my memory to revisit that time. I'm happy you told us of your age because it gives the poem even more strength. You were a brave girl and one with such a strong mind.

Very neat poem!
Thank you for sharing.

P.S. I am about to begin my new story and would like to have a few 'words' from you. Four or five max would do.
Thank you.
3:38 AM
temppixie said…
Very mature for one so young!
1:37 AM
Pincushion said…
...ahhh all of thirteen and so grown up..you truly are a natural :)
5:30 PM
Anonymous said…
What a talent at such an age!:)
3:23 PM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
blimey and you only thirteen. deep stuff for a teenage thinker to write about.
2:03 AM
Prmod Bafna said…
Wonderful and tuned-in to have been written when you were just thirteen! At thirteen i only wrote about naive things about breezes and cheeses!! this is too good :)
7:21 PM
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