This is a poem that I wrote with some slang. You can call it slang poem #1 or It’s Begun.
It’s Begun
The night’s dank
Water hanging in the air
A cool breeze pushes my hair
Into my eyes, blank
My heart thuds quietly
At the rate of self-reflection
It wants out of my body
My mind goes the opposite direction
Searching into my core
I look for what love means
Have I ever really loved before?
The tears stream
My life is defined by apathy
I cling to nothing except
Those thoughts of urgency
Which on my heart have stepped
I crave an answer true
I want to feel alive
How do I know I love you?
I need an answer to arrive
The breeze has stopped
My eyes begin to focus
It’s begun
