experi-mental

Experiment

I was doing fine until you came along
You intrigued me with your organised manner
Your cool sophistication
Your style, your popularity.
What you offered me I could not resist.

You sucked me in when you came along
You pulled down the fences so carefully constructed
So tall and wide and impenetrable
So long-lasting, so prized.
What could I do against such power.

I laid myself bare when you came along
You resurrected the past, the demons came dancing
So many, so often, so carefully forgotten,
So many old names, old faces
What could I do against the might of the flow.

I live with my history since you came along
You opened the door, you invited them in
What I can do, I yield to your temptation
I yield to it daily, hourly…
Damn you Facebook.





But seriously...I love words, I love the way they sound and look and I love putting them together, but I have zero confidence in myself and what I do. I feel like I have an untapped well of creative energy in me but I can't let it out. I'd love to hear your tips and ideas on how you work and how to have some confidence in it!!



Thanks,
H.

Insect Overlord

That's pretty good, but I think you'd do better by removing the last line from the poem and using it instead as the title. I do like the poem, but I feel somehow underwhelmed by that last line.