My first published poem: Today

Wasting my time into the TV screen. The sun is trying to set us free.

 

I turn the picture box off. Itching, frustrated, have a word with thyself.

 

Is there something missing? Organic thoughts aren't manufacturing in my own mind.

 

What can I do to stop this growing divide? Just writing this, I'm feeling better.

 

It opens up a vortex in my rotting head. Finally trusting my thoughts. And being led, somewhere I forgot was safe to go.

 

I'm not trying to write gospel truth. Instead of clicking buttons, I want to find proof.

 

Writing some words and having some fun. I write my concerns and what I might feel. Ramblings of a 23 year old, trying to be real.

 

That's it for today, for now I will rest...Ready for tomorrow's fight and tomorrow's test. Sometimes I wish I had a pet, I wonder what's showing on the television set.

Any thoughts and critique is appreciated considering this is really the first time I’ve sat down and enjoyed something I’ve written. Thanks y’all

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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8eqzvu/sight/dxya4mf/

2:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8eaqxr/no_title/dxyanj2/?context=0