Special Throw-Back Sunday Poem: Untitled Morbidness

Wow, it's been over a year since I've done this feature. :( I have more awesomely bad poetry, so I thought I'd start this back up again. This poem is from 10th grade, one of those assignments where you had to take a famous(ish) poem and make it your own. I get what I was trying to achieve with this, but it just came out sounding really weird and morbid. What do you think? Do you have any embarrassing poetry you want to share? Comment below!



I have studied many times
the marble which is chiseled for me-
A novel with a closed cover.
In truth it pictures my life.
For life without meaning is
a shriveled copy of classic stories
gone dead.