MY POEM

I proclaim my existence in a poem

I struggle with my down falls

I lay in the waist of my emotions

Consumed by all of my tears

I will be older next year

But I haven't gotten anywere

My movement are restricted

As I sink deeper into the mire

Is this all to my existence

Composed into a poem

I look up to the wall

Were Alice hangs

I see her, I strive to be the same

Inspired to be the same

But for me, to be the same

I must first be different

To find things that haven't been seen

They have been seen, but not by me

©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley