I see myself,
Myself I see.
Who am I?
Thou art better than me.
Here I am,
I am here.
I face the world,
With many fears.
Can I love?
Love, can I?
Will I learn to love,
Before I die?
Do I hate?
Hate I do.
Can I control fate
Before I hate you?
Am I stupid?
Stupid I am.
I better grow wise,
Before I am damned.
I am too bold,
Too bold am I.
I need to be sensitive,
I need to cry.
Can I be loved?
Loved will I be?
If you permit me,
To share my love with thee.
So, here I go,
So I go here.
To live in loneliness,
For the rest of the year.
Away with me,
With me away.
Banish my soul,
From this woeful day.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1995.
Poet’s Note:
For Throwback Thursday. Written circa 1996, at age 16. In my earliest poetry, I was deeply influenced by old-world verse and Elizabethan language. By the time this poem was written, I was beginning to shed those influences for a more modern voice — though, as you’ll see here, the old world occasionally slipped back in.
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Comments1
A poem that contains questions of value and worth offering to give to others but each offer is followed by another question. It culminates with an offer to leave, whether in space of death is not sure but it carries a feel of sadness with it. Nicely done Tristan
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