Run With It

a poem about... well you take a guess. (:

 

Hold me hopeless
I’m synthetic
I am dead
In the sense that I’m not who I’m not
In the sense that I am bred
To believe what I believe
I believe that I am not
Someone ready for the world
I’m just unlearning what’s been taught
Maybe my actions
Hold apposed
To the trouble that I bring
Count my ships and sail them off
In hopes that I can hold the string, and run with it

 

Reviews

[-Aurelia Mirella]

I found this to be a very charming poem!

The way you set up the poem was very interesting, and it caught my attention. I thought the flow was great and you're meaning was told quite nicely.

"I'm just unlearning what's been taught"

[nostal]

Nice.