You’re too young for the age of pain

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14 years will never last.
17 have gone so fast.
Let me sleep, mommy.
I don’t wanna live here.
October gone without a trace,
The scars of it on Katry’s face.
Let me sleep, mommy.
I don’t wanna live here.
November is speeding by,
December’s past without a sigh.
Let me sleep, mommy.
I don’t wanna live here.
The sun outside shines happy bright.
Oh, the kiddies, what a sight.
Let me sleep, mommy.
I don’t wanna live here.
The lonely days in the dingy house,
No sound is heard, not even a mouse.
Let me sleep, mommy.
I don’t wanna live here.
Remember when I was young?
Remember me with my flapping tongue?
Let me sleep, mommy.
I don’t wanna live.
Oh, little birdie,
You’re only 12 years old!
But summer’s come and passed.




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Okay...
Hi there smellslikespirit...

I'm kind of confused on what age the character is... But that's probably cause I'm about to fall asleep on the keyboard. I guess it's seventeen? Lol. Well, one thing that would really help this poem is making stanzas... click the 'enter' button. I think that would make it easier for readers... especially if they're falling asleep. Lol. But overall, I like how it flowed, it was good.

Keep Writing!

~Solly<3
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"Serás del tamaño de tus pensamientos; no te permitas fracasar."




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Hello!
I agree with GeeLyria, you should make some stanzas. I, also was a bit confused with the age, at parts the voice sounds 17, or older and wiser. But at others, it seems like the character is 6 or 7. For example: the "Let me sleep, mommy." part seems like something a 6 year old would say (maybe that's just me).

At first, I really didn't like that you rhymed everything but the two repeating lines. But I think it's ok now. It flowed really well!I really enjoyed the progression of the months and seasons. It worked for this poem. I am not sure about the title. I feel like it doesn't relate to the poem at all.
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