Sixteen

[NOTE: This was created because at the beginning of 10th grade I was assigned to create a poem using a couple small phrases from the Billy Collins poem "On Turning Ten" I believe they are "Now I am mostly at the window" and "dark blue speed".




Now I am mostly at the window
Watching my life go by
Day by day, page by page
The never ending story comes alive
Always watching, waiting with weary eyes

Simplicity would be a blessing
To undo the complexities of time
Every mistake, every step
Always wondering how it will unwind

The season is always winter
In a constant flurry of bright white snow
My face always burnt by the cold
If only for just one day it could be summer, I say
But my eyes might be frozen shut by the warmth
Just as a cat can kill a dog
Just as a person can rot to the core

The dark blue speed of sound
Is painful to my ears
Make it stop, make it stop
I only want one more year
For to be what I am now
A child in a grown up world
Can only instill fear

If could erase this, I would
Take away the pain of one generation
Take away the lies