The Listener

This is the first poem I wrote. Not actually the first poem I wrote, you know I wrote the haiku in third grade, wrote the free form in fifth grade, wrote the shape poem in sixth grade, but this was my first real poem. This was the first poem I wrote that actually meant anything to me. I wrote it on January 17, 2008 in the dining hall at my school.

The Listener
Subtle and silent,
Not a word.
More learned from
Mere observation.
Speaking is nothing more,
Than a waste of time.
A mind full of memories,
That aren’t mine.
A way of life,
Better than yours.