Poems from High School

*My Dilemma*

It happens again, my urge commanding my reason
I enter the depths, eyeing the cold and lifeless objects.
I take a step forward, the stench forces me two steps back.
A familiar sound signals that I must act.
I think to myself, “This is getting out of hand. I have to stop.”
The choice is down to two: one the green of Eden, the other Midas gold.
Do it, time ticks.
It’s over, D6, I pick my Twix.


*Interesting*

How is he doing his duty?
I can’t see anything, but I probably wouldn’t want to.
Not his face.
The car slows down, and I feel it shift into park.
We just sit there and wait; for what and for how long, I don’t know.
I am nodding off when I hear his car door open.
He picks me up by my collar; my head droops.
I wish I could throw up on him.
Rain starts drizzling, running down my neck.
I drag my legs, making him work with dead weight.
He stands me up.
He says shrilly, “For God and country.”
He gives me a push off the ledge. I free fall.
The blind fold slips off; I look up and see grey clouds with white centers.
Interesting.