Freewrite poem.... improvised.....

I lay there,

In the dark of the night.

The blackness that engulfs

Ones sence of personality

And scorches it to ashes.

I lay there,

Inside myself,

Then look into my mirror.

ANd what I look into

Is not what I see,

Blank eyes,

Faking stupid,

Scream at my head,

Torture my soul,

Brining to me the things

I wish were not true

I am the many faces of Humanity

I change from day to day

Growing older

Taller and more different,

So I'm an alien unto myself this day.

But deep down in,

Past the body,

In the mind,

There's a crisp clear sharpening

I make my fate each day

While the foolish other children

Are fools to their heritige, and soul

Reviews

[RHEA CROSLEY]

I like your poetry. It is very enjoyable.