Child of Woe

roseHere is a piece I wrote in my teens (I won’t admit how long ago that was). It was published in a poetry anthology book. It’s on the heavy side, like most teen writing. I hope you enjoy it.


Sitting in the corner, empty and alone,
     Not a tear to weep, the heart made of stone,
The small eyes cluttered by imageless sights,
     Bitter and weary, waiting out the night.

Abandoned and wounded, exiled into sorrow,
     A past full of shadows, no hope for tomorrow,
Life in a world so far, far away,
     Never to blossom, only decay.

A house for shelter, not of passion but pain,
     Nor for warmth or comfort, just out of the rain,
A fire of anger, smother by fear,
     The child is waiting for love to appear.

As the body grows larger, the mind shrivels and shrinks,
     Bubbling and boiling, brought to the brink,
The need to give in, waiting to belong,
     Waiting for love, waiting so long.

No whimper for assistance, not a mummer for help,
     No acceptance for aid, slipping into oneself,
Surrounded by many, yet still so alone,
     No one to care, just to hide the unknown.

No need any longer for the senseless restrain,
     Joining the others, who left the circle of pain,
Fully enclosed by the internal tow,
     Always and forever a child of woe.


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Updated: November 23, 2016 — 1:05 pm


  1. We're so full of uncertainty at that age, aren't we?

  2. This was a lovely and melancholy poem. The teen years are always difficult to get through and I'm glad mine are over and done with. I have many pieces like this in my journals!

  3. Isn't it wonderful that you found this poetry outlet to express yourself in your teen years. The beauty of words …

  4. Are you a Wednesday's Child? Full of woe?

  5. I wrote some pretty woeful poems at that age as well. I should dig mine up, too!

    Ah teenage angst…

  6. Julie – you and me both! I wouldn't be a teen again for anything.

    Carol – I was a Monday child but I knew a few Wednesday children.

  7. Add me to the list of people who wouldn't relive their teenage years! I wrote a lot of poems about rain. Thanks for sharing this!

  8. Teen years are tough. I remember writing haiku and some poetry at that age. Funny thing. In art I would draw picturesque nature scenes. But my writing was a bit moloncholy. Two different expressions manifested themselves, well, differently.

    Stephen Tremp

  9. You couldn't pay me enough to go back to that time in my life,. So full of angst. Great poem.

  10. Very sad… I think I remember feeling the same as a teenager – especially when I didn't get what I wanted!! ;0)

  11. Man, that carries the perfect amount of teen angst. Thanks for sharing it with us.

  12. What a wonderful poem. I am a Wednesday child. I agree, I definately wouldn't want to go back to teenage years, though given the chance, I would certainly make some different choices. I liked being in my thirties. :o)

  13. That's a mature poem for a teenager to write. Explores loneliness and alienation very well.

  14. That's pretty cool that you still have poetry from your teens. I seen you've always had the writing gift.

    Hope you life has changed since then. 🙂

  15. Lovely poem. Those teenage years seemed to be filled with so much angst for many of us.

  16. I can feel the pain! Wonderfully written!

  17. I love it. I have so much teenage angsty poetry that is not as good…at all!

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