that I bear in mind-thought-
the walls of my mind are echoing,
and I know not which thought they've sought.
If this is me,
then I must not remember what me feels like.
Love should never simply suffice-
it's for this, that we pay the repetitive price; night after night-
we have sought for that which felt right,
and in love-again-lost our sight;
hung on an idea of perfection, perhaps too tight.
I'm a senior in high school and take classes at SFCC through the running start program. My passion resides in poetry, through which I find tranquility through my search for truth. I have been writing poetry since I was 13, and have recently decided I'm ready to put it out there in hopes that others may gain from it as I have.