Personal Entry #2: My Take on Poetry

One of my assignment's for English class recently was to go home and write a poem explaining the simplicity of doing so; writing a poem. As I drove home that day, I took my normal route, Route 110 and then continuing on the Southern State Parkway until I get to my town in Baldwin. While driving, I began to think of how I would write my English poem. I started to observe a lot of the things I usually see on my way to and from school. Each of those things, weather it be EXIT signs, or roadkill struck me as symbolic features of my life. I kept each object and it's impact stuck in my head only to write it down in my phone when I got the chance. When I finally sat down to write my poem for English, I started to write this poem that included the experience from earlier that day. The poem turned out really well, and although complicated to understand, it makes complete sense to me; and from what I learned in poetry, that's the most that counts. So, without further explanation, here is the poem I wrote from my experiences to and from Farmingdale State College throughout my freshman year of college.

Like the dead cat hit so close to home,
I follow as if to lead.
Roads gone nowhere but straight away.
Upon a burning bridge, I see through.
Continuing to follow the path I want, to lead.
Upon a memory blurry as can be.
RIP Wendy, Wendy, my dear sweet time.
Rest in peace, or pieces,
Depending on which to think.
Scattered are the bags the color of what I see.
Black bags filled with something.
No, filled with nothing but misery.
Nothing, but of what is made of them,
By the ones that pass them by.
Imagining, what could it be, but to figure out, I won't.
Like the dead cat hit so close to home.
Lost in an oh so clear path,
I make my way back home.
All that's seen is now gone.
The other side only
Lost or forgotten.
No.
Nothings forgotten.
Like the dead cat hit so close to home.