Usually I’m not a fan of introducing pieces within the post itself (I have a couple of notes restacking my work to expand for anyone interested and unaware).
This poem was written now roughly 6 years ago, while I was in high school, so please forgive me if it’s a bit rough as I don’t plan to edit this further. More importantly, this is probably the first piece of my writing which I didn’t immediately hate, and it took quite a long for me to even feel there were flaws in the work. Without that private experience with this poem, I’m not sure where I would have found more spark to keep myself writing.
I hope you enjoy, or I hope you at least get some insight into the way I write (and if you do, please pass the info along, I’d love to get that figured out). Thanks!
Morning The snow has come again The road is blocked and the office is closed Morning The day is drum again Infertile clot of the classical woes Morning We drink our rum again Willing away what we don't want to know Something Forgot the words again Never forgave the first notch in my soul Morning Have you forgotten yet? What was the life that we all had before? Morning How many years are left? It's all a blur Can I take any more? Morning What is the time again? I've been away though this feels like my home Morning Are you not tired yet? Another place but I've been here before Morning I've whet the stone again It passed the test but did it change the score? Morning The bell has rung again I hear it scream but I can't do a thing Morning This is the slowest end Are you tired yet? Are you tired yet? Are you tired yet? What is anything worth? I'll never know I'm too tired to stay and too frightened to go
Kyle, this is very insightful. It tells of a tortured soul. Hopefully the day will come when he finds his answers. Thanks for sharing your early works.