My Poem

Here is a poem I wrote 10 years ago:

She wouldn’t let me get away

So what I have to say

Is that for all the trekking

That I’ve done

Was not without it’s reason

But now reason’s dead

Never dread

Though now things are complete

I’ll take my seat

Among those places

Where dreams meet

To finish off our existence

In the catacombs of thought

I had just graduated college with an associates degree in English. I was feeling poetic and wrote this. Not too bad if you ask me.