The Desk.

I wrote a poem today because I was reading some sociology documents and had a bit of catharsis happening. I haven't titled it, but I'm thinking something along the lines of "To an old friend" Let's just say it fits with my last few posts very well.

Their world is too much for you,
And you've seen more than you ought.
Continue and you'll doubtless rue
The day you opted leaving not.
Why not take this silent hour
To explain yourself to me.
Oft you dream of inner power,
But you lack the inner creed.
You once told me something, friend -
To get out while one's still able,
But it looks to me you've reached that end,
And lost what once was stable.


Hey seniors in AP English: I submit to you any of my work for poetry responses, especially if you're in Tytell's class; I'm sure she'd love to see my name in there again.