National Poetry Month Day 5

Today's poem is a found poem that I wrote in high school.  The assignment was to use a table of contents that was provided and put together some of the phrases to create a new poem.  The poem doesn't make a whole lot of sense as a whole, but each individual sentence tells its own story.

Untitled

At the mid hour of night,

between the clock and the bed,

the raining of her hair,

beneath the snow,

reveals the,

jagged pieces of language,

to the loud wind.

We wear the mask,

because

the road not taken,

when I was fair and young,

is untitled.