The following poem was written by a student of ours from the Minnesota workshop series we presented a few weeks ago.
... I had a really bad day, so I wrote.
[-Zach]
Scratching these walls of sorrow
it'll never free my mind
in a hell of emotions
forever tortured
by hours of thoughts
never to let up
My hope trickling down,
down the drain
it'll be the end of me
this drain leading
to the wasteland of loss
I lost the chance
to turn things around
and I am paying for it
not a punishment
a storm of guilt
I see my actions
they impulsively destroy
with the rage
of deprivation
that always deploys
Like a man
to choose between
pain and suffering
or the easy way out
but he already knows
what choice he has to make
It is obvious that
my pain is better
than causing pain
I know i have to live
with the burden i was given
God had nothing
to do with this gift
it was pure chance
one out of six thousand
and I was the lucky winner
The oblivious thrust of rage
was put into the walls,
the walls of decision
and that decision
was built to create guilt
I can not believe
that i considered it
casting myself into death's arms
for him
to take me away
but the thought of others
saved my life
My selfish tantrum has shown
that self control
was ignored
and ruthlessly beaten
and killed
If there was a way
to rewrite yesterday
then I would take it
but what am I thinking
that could never happen
I must face
that I
had already carved the marble
I can only accept
the past as how
it was written
I have been taught
by a god in my eyes
that my only hope
to cope with this
hard time
is Poetry
by, Zach Patnoe
Posted with permission
