Seventeen
In between
Stuck in this room full of legos and
Pictures of people
I know I won’t stand next to
For a while
I don’t know what I’m looking for
And no one knows what I’ll find
I’m always as old as
The last two numbers in the year
But it’s changed now and left me behind
Why can’t I match the music in my head
I swear I’ve heard that song before
I’ll skip until I find it
And only hear the fragments of songs
Infuriating, Frustrating
Until I find the one
And then feel nothing
Because really, what have I accomplished
Poetry
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This is really interesting to me because it seems to me, this person feels as if they haven’t done anything with their life this far. I relate to that, and while I’m young like the person whom this story is about, I still feel a stress that I need to do something important. I can feel that stress in this poem and its really quite sad that I know the emotion but also so beautiful that you found a way to portray that feeling.