The Writers' Circle

First 15 days, first 15 years
15 more times I wake up in tears
15 more weights, crushing long since broken dreams
Is 15 really all it seems?
15 screams for what 15 bares
I look around, the crowd just stares
My open mouth forgot to scream
My closed eyes no longer dream
15 sounds like a demons croon
Its’ drumbeat plays a morbid tune
15 may seem like the worst in time
But, there have always been valleys and mountains to climb
Although I am torn by 15 hands
15 still hopes, and 15 still stands