Empty Space

I am starting with my older weaker poems since I am new to this site. Over time I will work up to my newer poems. This one was written when I was 15/16. Written June 20, 2010

I am just another object that lays around my room;

filling up empty space.

I am on display.

A mannequin that lays still and chic on this bed.

Why does this space belong to me

when all I do is act as another piece of furniture inside it?

When I lay here

I am as silent as the rest

and produce about as much energy.

I am merely

a waste of space

in the enclosed prism

that strongly resembles a prison

in aesthetics and name.

The light fades and darkness falls

I still remain immobile like the rest of the objects.

I suppose they all have a purpose,

but what is mine?

All of their purposes are to serve me

so who do I serve?

If I am the "highest power" then what is left?

Who in this hierarchy is above me?

I am not worthy of this recognition.

Again,

I am solely another object in this cell

wondering why

I take up

this space.

Author's Note

This is a very old poem from my younger more under developed years. It is very imperfect but I didn't want to adjust it too much from it's original state. As I continue to post and expose more of my newer poetry I'd like to watch the progression between time. It is a bit adolescent but part of my past thoughts.

Reviews

[Carmen Morgan]

Wow, when I was the age you are at writing this, I was focused on my love poetry. o_o This poem may be a bit adolescent, but I think that is the strongest part about it. As I try to think of what to say in this review, I realize that the power comes from that youthful questioning, of trying to understand our place in this particular time and space. The depth and pacing is just so lyrical. I keep feeling a rise of a surf hitting the sand, and slowly ebbing away, only to come back once more before receding into the sea. Brilliantly done.

[Kahtia Howard]

Thank you so much Carmen for reading and reviewing my poetry as well as your touching insight. I am proud that you were able to have some feeling evoked from my poem.