Wasted Years

Richard Contreras

Whisper into your mirror

Sitting in your room watching clouds loom

Solitude child, drift on mildly

Early morning highs; dirty red eyes

To reach the horizon, somewhere unseen

In a dream, in a dream, it may seem

Published by Richard Contreras

Richard is 19 years old and a resident of Oxnard, California. Currently a freshman at a local community college, he is studying a variety of subjects pertaining to music, philosophy, and oceanography. Richar...  View profile

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  • Lori Gunn4/4/2012

    This is beautiful. Thanks for much for adding beauty to the internet.

  • Kristie Farnham3/13/2012

    Your writing is interesting and quite moving. I agree with your ideas about depression, but wasn't able to post a comment on that piece for some reason. Thanks for sharing.

  • C.M.Song1/24/2012

    Very deep and sad. Nicely written.

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