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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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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