Pouring emotions upon this paper,
I scribble words of disillusion.
In thought they mean so much these words taper,
On paper they convey confusion.
I mean to tell a tale of seclusion,
But I am no different from others.
I am awaiting this life’s conclusion,
That I may be a story of another’s.
Neither I myself but all my brothers,
Drowning in a sea of desperation.
Book of mine I’d save, given my druthers,
Resist I could not, the temptation.
Losing myself within lifes dictation,
All we attempt is to tell a tale.
A memoir, fabled to my creation,
With the perfect prelude to set sail.
This perception of puzzlement does trail,
Through my minds eyes it does flow within.
This perfect piece I chase is my white whale,
The pen I pick up, I then begin.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Mitchell Collard.
Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?