About Me Poem by Alex Retzlaff

Enticing and embracing.
Here i am as the convincing will or the conceiving trace.
There is no last remark and i could never embark on this journey again.
Here i am as the maker and the trouble undertaker.
I cannot remember myself as the beautiful treasure member.
I could never see the measure and the glee.
Here i stand as a man and a 5 foot 9 tan.
Here i lurk and search the trees and the forest i am around.
here i am around and bounding the corner.
I feel like a foreigner and as if I'm being passed around as a souvenir.
I can never stand the torment and the pigment of my skin.
the nice little courage and the mighty storage i have.
Here i lye alone wondering how long this sore and pain from my deep cry will last.
The simplicity and the diversity of this search and sick of being torched.
The agony and my life in a mahogany tree.