I've composed this poem today, so it is an extremely rough draft. Let me know what you guys think
Random Thoughts behind the “Sound Proof” GlassStudying and reading – thinking and contemplating
life with its problems, mysteries, and faults. Why
am I here? – they ask silently. Heavy Silence – a
profound thought. Varied handwriting like Chicago’s
Spring weather changes from word to word from
line to line. Is it me or this stupid pen – bleeding
and staining my hands with its ink.
What does ‘I’ look like anyhow?
Is I like a Doric column standing strong and tall
supporting the weight of the Western thought?
Or, is I a straight vertical line: Up-down or bottom-top
lonely, confused and betrayed?
Or, is I like “they’ve” thought you in school –
a small ‘l’ stranded on a boat on a furious sea?
I – is complex, of that I am certain. Isn’t this glass
sound proof?
I thought it was, yet I can hear her listening to my pen
think as it scribbles and doodles and glides
on a page covered with hope, utter trash, and
blood colored ink.