When I was 12, I wrote this poem, typing it on my phone in the back of my parents' car on the way home from a party. It's kind of long, but I think it's pretty good. Constructive criticism is welcome!
Road of the Blind
She walks this street
This alleyway of darkness
She's not alone, no
But she doesn't know, no
There are others among her
Each thinking thoughts
As she thinks her own
Sometimes she feels them
A touch of sadness
Shared misfortune
A moment of light
The blindfold is lifted
For a second
As she sees them
They each wear blindfolds
Some are lifted, some are not
Oh, why did she take this road?
And why won't she turn back?
Part of her whispers
"Get away, it's unsafe here!"
Yet part of her screams
"Finish your trek, dear!"
She tears her hair
Then inexplicably withdraws
Into the same placid calm
The trance
That is shared with all who walk here
The blindfold falls
Again, she is blind
Alone
Shall she continue?
Become a mindless copy?
A clone?
It makes it much more bearable
Or shall she leave this wretched path
Walk a pretty road all her own
While stones are thrown at her face?
It may be too late
She knows she is bad
A bully
Lustful
And mean
She is agnostic
Refuses to reach a decision
About our creation
Our guidelines
Although she does ponder
She thinks that's all we can do
We will never be certain
We were never meant to know
Yet even with this, she struggles
No one knows what agnostic is
She has been called antichrist
Evil
Even told that Hell awaits her
And she is getting tired of it
But what can she do?
She doesn't know
For now, she keeps on walking
Walking the Road of the Blind
Road of the Blind
She walks this street
This alleyway of darkness
She's not alone, no
But she doesn't know, no
There are others among her
Each thinking thoughts
As she thinks her own
Sometimes she feels them
A touch of sadness
Shared misfortune
A moment of light
The blindfold is lifted
For a second
As she sees them
They each wear blindfolds
Some are lifted, some are not
Oh, why did she take this road?
And why won't she turn back?
Part of her whispers
"Get away, it's unsafe here!"
Yet part of her screams
"Finish your trek, dear!"
She tears her hair
Then inexplicably withdraws
Into the same placid calm
The trance
That is shared with all who walk here
The blindfold falls
Again, she is blind
Alone
Shall she continue?
Become a mindless copy?
A clone?
It makes it much more bearable
Or shall she leave this wretched path
Walk a pretty road all her own
While stones are thrown at her face?
It may be too late
She knows she is bad
A bully
Lustful
And mean
She is agnostic
Refuses to reach a decision
About our creation
Our guidelines
Although she does ponder
She thinks that's all we can do
We will never be certain
We were never meant to know
Yet even with this, she struggles
No one knows what agnostic is
She has been called antichrist
Evil
Even told that Hell awaits her
And she is getting tired of it
But what can she do?
She doesn't know
For now, she keeps on walking
Walking the Road of the Blind
[COLOR="Red"][FONT="Arial"][SIZE="3"]Life's a thousand yesterdays to learn from, a thousand tomorrows to plan for, and one today to be the best you can be.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]