The first poem I wrote;Poem with scattered ideasThought it was the best,for a childlike brain to make;but still a lot to work on.

As I lay on my bed I look up.All I can see is a black sky.The stars are dead.The moon is round and clear,the only one that lights up the sky.The only reason why I can see in the dark,while I'm waiting for the sun to shine.

I hope to get there, Leaving the house so early. But I'm late again.

Trudging the paths of life with no direction, I walked as I anxiously thought. A lot of doors in front of me, none were opened. There’s a voice inside me. There were voices behind me. All of them told me which door to open. I neglected what’s inside my heart. I opened one and entered, but monsters inside. These creatures ate my flesh until few of me were left. I opened another one and entered, but I saw desert and death....