Amy Marie

Rookie - 489 Points (July 13,1992 / United States)

Death Of A Junior Year - Poem by Amy Marie

Junior Year –
Gently his fire stirs
Then himself confines like a prisoner to his death bed.

No one –
This event observes from out the broken window
Or from the peaks of the nearby oak trees.

Now as the clock strikes eleven –
Done are his duties – said are his words –
I rejoice on the swings because he is 'dead.'

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  • (2/20/2010 7:37:00 AM)

    Junion year, as does any year, only has a temporary hold on us. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011

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