Ahead and Gone

How I felt when I was just turning twelve, and all of my friends were turning thirteen. The deadly sin of envy.

This is me

Behind and Here

Sitting down

A single tear

 

A whispered wind

A silent shout

“Don’t leave me behind!”

It never gets out

 

As they stand

I reach for their hands

I miss

And my hand lands

 

“Please don’t go!

Don’t make me cry!”

A screamed thought

A shuddered sigh

 

I want to follow

But I am chained

By my own nature

My body is constrained

 

I never follow

I always lead

Except in this

This simple deed

 

They all turn older

I am still young

I am still

Youngest among

 

They turn thirteen

I am still twelve

Forever and always

I am ready to delve

 

Into teen-hood

But they all say

You are not mature

Now go away

 

I dry sob

My tears

My worries

My fears

 

Come back to haunt me

All night and all day

Keepers of peace

They help me ally

 

There they are

Ahead and Gone

Walking away

They have withdrawn

Author's Note

I don't care if you criticize or not. Criticism is often a form of flattery. If someone criticizes you, then that means they care enough that they want to help you get better.

Reviews

[Sydelle Houston]

I am shocked and amazed to read your age after reading this well-crafted poem. I can imagine how polished you will be by the time you reach 21. Make sure you spend time practicing every genre of writing that interests you until you find your niche. Your poetry has strength and emotion, allow your imagination to run free and share it with the world.

[Wolfe Greytome]

Again, while I must say this is an excellent piece, it is nothing I didn't expect out of you at some point. You have an uncommon flair for writing....and the skill to do it well. Keep it up!!!

[ANT]

I thought your poem was very good. Only you added a 'to' when you said

Into to teen-hood

But they all say

You are not mature

Now go away

Great job and don't stop writing!