Simply, there was a deep shell,
that embraced my young soul.
Isolation, closed doors enveloped,
set aside; Signed, sealed but never sent.
Years of loiter, that and silence.
A path was forced, one that I followed in defiance.
Months of persuasion and protest that I could never sell,
and every first saturday felt like Hell.
But whether it be growth,a change in age,
or the people with which I would hang.
A new man walked the same path, crossed that same bridge;
reformed, refresh and prepared for the coming storms.
An english assignment...I'm kind of happy with it, though I would've liked to make it a bi