It’s a rainy day here in southeast Pennsylvania. It’s my day off and for whatever reason, I decided to peruse my old notebooks. Remember when you were young and love seemed as serious as a heart attack? Well, I found a poem I wrote when, just after graduation from high school, I got dumped by a boy I thought I loved.
The dull thudding rain falls softly
As another grey day goes by
I am drowning in misery
And wondering once again, why?
An umbrella shelters the walkers
As they trudge along the street
And I stare out my window, alone and desperate
The kettle whistles on the stove
But I just let it shriek
I’m too far gone, I can’t move
My limbs are growing weak
The empty bottle hits the floor
As I open my slackened hand
And I wonder once again
Why I loved that man
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
Love this post Meg. Nice 🙂 Anand
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You are a brave woman to post her angsty teenage poetry! I have a few notebooks around that I cannot throw away but I cringe to read. If all of your teenage poetry is this good you should make that a regular feature!
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Ha ha! Thank you! It’s not all that good! I went through this Jim Morrison phase where everything I wrote was all trippy and weird. Talk about cringe worthy!
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oh my god, did we all do that? *raises hand* totally guilty. I’m sure at the time I was convinced it was profound. so young, so delusional.
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Spot on! Lol!
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Oh, Lord, how I would hate to go back and read anything written during the teen years. My mother described me as moody and difficult. She was no doubt correct in her assessment. Poor lady.
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Forgot to mention (sorry about that) that I really like what you wrote. And I’m sure you are a much better poet today. Feel free to share any time.
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At least I know my limitations!
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Angsty teenage poetry never goes out of style as far as I am concerned. It’s nice to know that I wasn’t alone in my teenage suffering. Here is a pitch for your next short story: The teenage girl with the experience and wisdom of a 40-something. Instead of YA it would be MAA (middle age adult). Ha!
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I love it! My secret fantasy is to be able to go back to my childhood and do things differently! Now how to make that work without being a Freaky Friday remake!
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I am thinking some genetic modification where the main character stops aging at 18 (without becoming a vampire)? 🙂
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Ooh, I like the way you’re thinking! Are you sure you don’t want to write that story yourself? Sounds like a good one!
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