To Whom It May Concern

I admire the poetry of this next poet. For she is able to do something few can, speak VOLUMES, in a few lines. This is a piece I feel we can all relate to. But I'll let her speak.

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FAU Freshmam, Jaunell Silvera with her poem:


To Whom It May Concern

Decipher still, I break even
Clock in and step into a world with no feelings
So selfish.
Hinder into the tempt of the restless
Time slips away, unfinished tasks still linger
Shamelessly advancing ahead, and yet, still a novice
Thriving to win, in a pointless struggle
Shortcomings give a dose of reality
Revealing a part hidden, shame comes to past once this trait is given
No purpose, but dormant longing
Find it
Life is so senseless; still our senses try to make sense of where the mind went
Dry cry, and flooded tears, the world is deaf,
No one truly cares no matter how much you say your prayers
Sad, mostly regretful of apparent efforts, shoulda, coulda, woulda
You never did
Self-infliction beholds this predicament
Even so, it is facile enough to be shifted to the host
Knowing what you need to do the most
Denying the faulty accident is you
That you’re the one that failed to come through
Money spent and all out of luck,
Worthless
Ground zero, at the point of surrender,
Humble beginnings no longer deliver, the contentness, I associate myself with
No cares in the world, material possessions hold no value
The windows of opportunity have walked right out the door