I Am... Wistful
Lonely sleepless quiet,
Hoping for tomorrow.
New day means new chance,
Friends to keep, to lose.
Family, responsibilities,
Computer, escape.
Never quite lost,
But longing for a way.
Eyes flicking back and forth,
From wall clock to screen.
Wishing for a few more minutes,
Losing time anyway.
Enjoy your childhood, they'd say,
Because it won't last.
Still clinging, still hoping,
That this final year won't pass.
This poem is about:
Me
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