With Oblivion Poem by Tennessee West
With Oblivion
At 7, I wasn't meant to grow too old too fast
At 16, I wasn't meant to smoke and drink and watch my future pass
At 20, I am not meant to love and live too cavalier
Instead, I argue with oblivion and wrestle with my fears
I, the final coup de grace, fell below the bar
Friday, April 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,childhood ,fear,fear of self,growing old,growing up,hope
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