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A few hours after the first time someone

A few hours after the first time someone

looks at you sardonically and says

"Grow up," you feel altogether alone.

 

Suddenly it becomes one of those days

when the adolescent heart's wilderness

begins eroding. Soon, nobody pays

 

attention -- not even you -- to distress

in the loosened soil: the dissuaded dreams

you've discarded. Your talent grows listless

 

and struggles, unacknowledged, till it seems

like the person you used to be and not

you presently, or as another deems.

 

August 15, 2013

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christopher-howard-gorrie
American
Published
Aug 16, 2013
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This poem is in terza rima, the form Dante used in his Divine Comedy.

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