Day 10 – Teenage Poem

You still think that is your darkest hour,
And you’ll remember it for the utter loneliness and emptiness
Contrasting with the noise and chaotic fragments
On the go inside your head
You cried and dried your eyes in your cuddly toy’s long ears

Long ears that keep lots of tears
And the memory of many sobs
That have heard many a verse
Of romantic poets, symbolists and others
Just dreaming…