Forensic Poetry
I wrote this poem when I was 22, and thought at the time that it was the best I had ever written, the first true personal expression of myself, my own life. It was the first one in what became my particular style of rhythm and rhyme. It was written with a consciousness of anger and hurt of adolescence, but from the other side of that swamp-- though it didn't keep me from going back into those regions for years more. I lost this poem a long time ago-- another story!-- and I have not thought about... Sign in to see full entry.