I am walking by a dark building
What’s inside is bad news.
Why must I always go in?
Self-exploration ensues.
What’s inside is bad news
But I can never just walk past.
Self-exploration ensues
But I don’t have all the answers.
I can never just walk past.
Why must I always go in?
I don’t have all the answers.
I am walking by a dark building.
Written on Tuesday 23rd December, 2014 at 23:01
OH MY GOD
I started off this poem asking why I always go inside the metaphorical dark building even though I know it’s awful inside, and saying I don’t know why I do this and that I don’t have all the answers to my questions about myself… and I ended the poem by answering myself – why must I always go in? because I don’t have all the answers, so I keep going back in until I find them. Holy crap, I’ve just accidentally figured out something about myself by writing a poem. I love that. I adore trying to psychoanalyse myself!
[This isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written, but I thought I’d have a go at writing a pantoum for a change, and I’m so happy with the result, not because it’s well-written, but because having some kind of revelation about myself through poetry is one of the best feelings ever!]
