Poem by Ben

A Distorted I

Illuminated by the light
I'm shining up the clad
In my room on this night
On this untitled notepad

Working out the kinks
And listening to The Faces
Counting up the drinks
I've had in different places

Spilling word after word
Into the blank white space
Repeating just how absurd
It is to be in this place

And this is a reflection
Of ugly looking back at me
A distorted introspection
Not how I thought it'd be