Impossible

Burning, burning,

my head’s turning

hoping, praying,

spirit breaking,

pining for impossible,

reaching for implausible

making, shaking

time and taking,

burning, turning,

painful learning

teasingly not feasible

in every single way,

hoping, praying,

spirit breaking.

I have lost the day.

Originally written in 2000, age 14


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