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Poet's Lament This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Alexis R., Clarkdale, AZ

Cliché is your hand,
your words o'erused.
They mean nothing.
Behind the page you hide
your face.
Step away, it won't matter.
The lines written lie
and the pen keeps going,
taking your purpose,

your point,

your life,


No one can hear you scream
in the fibers of the trees
locked behind adjectives and pretty pictures.
Foolish fates,

you have chosen this.
Say nothing more as
the faces on the walls fade
when your metaphors decay.

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