in the process of cleaning, i unearthed a copy of a poem i wrote years ago (a week before my high school graduation). i remember that time in my life...it makes me sad but it makes me who i am. so here it is, an unperfected but honest attempt to capture the intangible on paper...

Cire De Ebos Le

places of content separated
confusion makes us feel misplaced
life's harmony complicated
pleasure overcome by disgrace
love's behind a concrete fence
our fronts embellished by our fear
concealed by our incompetence
innocence showing in our tears
weeping songs of this hate
demise from our souls depart
we determine and destruct our fate
time's not mending broken hearts
life's leading our confused minds
beyond the face that shields dismay
holding back, we're left behind
emotions of distraught array
leaking from underneath our skin
conflict, sorrow, destructive pain
can't contain what's within
life's burden causes strain
what's inside and under you
kills the mind and troubles the soul
finds a home within me too
in a plan consumed by lack of control