Tuesday, December 21, 2010

MYSELF BY JASEN SOUSA


MYSELF


My friends have left me to die out in the desert
with no drink and no food.
Days of thirst, hurt,
my heart is in a bad mood.

I try to be nice,
but come out empty in the end,
impossible to meet new homies
when you have been crossed by your best friend.

I have come to depend
strictly on my own shoulders,
they are always around when I need to rest my head.

No size bandage
can cover up my hurt,
If I was going to leave this earth
I wonder what person I would alert?

I will keep searching,
maybe there is just nothing out there for me to find.
The consequences of being born
with a unique mind.




Life, Weather

by
Jasen Sousa
First Collection of Poems Written at Age 17
©

Life, Weather 10-Year Anniversary Printing

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