Headlock

I sought a theme and sought for it in vain
My thoughts will not rattle inside my brain
An empty echo, of all that I feel
Not one, seems to have an appeal

Can I have a spark, An impressing defect?
One that I can reflect
They Jumble
And Crumble
Be sure to watch as I fumble

Unfathomable dreams
The ones that you weave
Lost for verse
I might as well make my home a hearse
For there is no theme
That I could scream

~Poetry from the early years: Adolescents~

A. Jade