Dead End Poem by Julia Luber
Dead End
I feel like I am about to hit a dead end. Thump:
Like mentioning Hamlet as a book by Shakespeare-over/done.
Like I know my stuff and leave me alone.
Like I am becoming an adolescent aggravated and annoyed by everything
that isn't Sex or Drugs or Rock N' Roll.
Just everything bothers me, suddenly.
And it's not that I can't get on top of it,
it's that I don't want to get on top of it.
I am chill in my intoxicated hypnosis under my adolescent
surging hormones. I really don't need anybody to dictate nothing
to me; I have my surging hormones to tell me EVERYTHING I need to know.
In fact, if you tell me shit I really don't need to know,
I am going to want to punch you or something,
shove you or something: okay, so maybe in mash pit-
but shove you anyway. The Dead End of Adolescence.
The dead end of being me and what I have 'said' today.
Did I really mean any of it, except to provoke an argument?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/2/2024 12:55:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Adolescence is an age of storm and stress when one's hormones act crazy! One doesn't like to be corrected or dictated by anybody at this stage of life! You have beautifully presented the traits and 'madness' of this turbulent stage of human life.....! A 10
Ironically, I was a kind of acquiescent adolescent but went through my rebellion stages later, as if being that way just protects one from going through it later…..thanks for reading and responding!