Chelsea Hannaford, Grade 12, St. Mary’s

I’m sick of poetry

Of words that just won’t work

Words that just won’t come to me like they used to

I’ve been told too many times by no one

That it just wasn’t for me

And even now as they come

The only sound is on my keyboard

But not in my mind

Where they should be resounding

Curse you words

I once loved you

Still, bitter sweetly do

And you hate me

For leaving you alone so long

Now the fire is gone

But I want to burn

So give me gasoline and a match

And maybe I’ll be myself again