The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you
Then, it will be true.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
I opened my books and read short stories and poetry.
I am eighteen, failing most of my classes, not for the first time
Going to school without is goal
Into the valley of Failure
Rode away my will to be educated.
But English I truly believe in it’s use,
Promised myself I would pass this course.
And I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep

Describing yourself to someone that doesn’t know you
Or even to someone who thinks they perfectly know you
Is one, if not the most, of the worse experience
Where that person scrutinizes every aspect of you.
My life has peaked to it’s all time low
Yet, my mind doesn’t want any higher.
I am now here today with many regrets up my sleeve,
People I have left for all my sins.
All of life is an act of letting go,
But what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
People all want to know how I am feeling,
Yet the answer seems clear.
They came to ask me for at least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
My soul is dripping dark from all I’ve done,
But I do believe though my soul may set in darkness,
It will rise in a perfect light,
I am the captain of my soul.
From my eighteen years of existence,
There are a few things I can be grateful for learning.
To err is human;
To forgive, divine.

This is my page for English 103