I should be doing homework right now, but I have decided to post this poem that I wrote on March 19 of this year, sitting at a small wooden table on the second floor of Salt Lake Roasting Company. I hope you like it.
The remnants of a soul
Untold memories dashed against the wall
Crying in the corner; pleading
Wasting away into the unbroken horizon.
We wait and we watch
We hold close and run far away
We stumble and fall, fall, fall,
We rise again to face the darkness.
It fell one day; screaming—
It fell to the harshest sound,
With a face, alit with fear, eyes wide
It fell into the darkness, memories
banished.
Anew, it sprang forth—clambering—
We looked on with disgust, waiting—
It took its virgin steps, wavering—
We looked on with disgust, staring.
And with that, it flew,
And we were alone at last.
Anyway, take what you want from it; I’m still not sure what I was writing about. It means something, I’m sure. I just haven’t found out what exactly…
