Distorted Nightmare

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    Distorted Nightmare
    As I sit here
    Looking through my photo album
    I see all the happy times
    I had
    But as I look
    Through my mind
    About things in the present
    I can't find an ounce
    Of happiness
    Where have all the good times gone?
    All I can see is pain and tears
    My life has died
    And I am only 17
    When I was younger
    You could never see a frown
    Now and here
    You could never see a smile
    What have I done so wrong?
    Will I ever wake up from this
    Distorted nightmare?

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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