A Poem of Myself

I lost my innocence in the Dance, of teenage romance. I was sharpened by the stone of youthful rebellion. I was the only tried and true rebel. I had this aching in my heart since the first night I sinned. I got the words of poets in my bones, and it shapes my tone. It's five hundred college exams. It's five hundred sleepless nights. It's one thousand reasons why I should have tried. I would sing the blues to the dogs. To the ones left too long in the rain. To the ones that know nothing but pain. My body is broken and my words are soft spoken. My mind is a pit filled with spiders. My soul is the deepest and darkest hole. With the heart of an artist and the mind of a scientist, I experiment with my passions. 9/24/15