Justin Reamer Poems
|923.||Message In A Bottle||1/1/2014|
|924.||My Brother Told Us||1/1/2014|
|926.||A Lost Gift||1/3/2014|
|927.||Monster In The Dark||1/30/2014|
|951.||As Death Waits At My Door||2/18/2014|
|960.||A Daemon In My Heart||2/18/2014|
What does one feel when he is curious?
What does he feel when he thinks?
What does she look at when she blinks?
Curiosity brings upon them
A state of wonder
Which they cannot deny,
They keep wondering and wondering
For the knowledge
They cannot petrify.
A child looks at a cat,
And wonders what it does,
For he does not know a bug,
When it comes a-buzz.
The girl looks at a tree,
She wonders why it is green,
She wonders why it stands,
And why it isn't mean.
Teenagers look at their subjects,
Ever the more inquisitive,...
I wander around a school,
Across a place that has forgotten me,
For who I am,
I know not, and I know that I am an outsider.
An outsider I am,
For what identity I know not;
I believe that I have been shunned,
That I have forgotten who I am.
I had a name, or at least—