One of the two crappy poems that wrote themselves. More or less. I know, I was going to post them a week ago, but I'm gonna go ahead and space them out a little. That way I can post again in a little bit, since I can't scan anything in at the moment.
For the record, I hate trying to classify these things. I put it in Horror/Macabre (yes, again), because that's the best spot for darker stuff... despite the fact that this particular poem really isn't horror-filled or morbid. But it is somwhat angsty and lonely, so this--unfortunately--was the best description I could find.
Also, it's fixed because I bothered with rythm and meter, but didn't use a formal style. It's a little too organized for the 'open' category. ...There's organization...count the syllables, or something. Alright, I'm done whining.
...Open to interpretation. In fact, I'd sort of like to hear your interpretations. I'm curious.