a teenager with training wheels

in poetry •  7 years ago 

a teenager with training wheels

my lips, still moist from the wine,
mixed with my cigarette butt, and time
seemed to not exist then and there;
the only thing i saw was poetry everywhere.

my senses sharpened, and each breath i took
brought me closer to not giving a fuck
about my worries and things that hurt;
those things that haunt me since my birth.

my body surrendered and gave in to feels;
i felt like a teenager with training wheels;
so out of place for they weren't what i knew.
i simply observed, not knowing what to do.

©LukaKorba

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Nice one..
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Your poem is very nice. Well written.