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What Am I?

By , Eaton, CO

I Am

I was the light,
I thought,
a burning fire that consumed
I thought myself a light to all,
I thought I’d risen from the fall
They looked at me and wished, I think,
though not to say I’m good and wouldn’t sink
But they were wrong anyways,
for many times I, myself, have gone astray
But why would turn away now and then,
why would I not do good and therefore sin
I got it all wrong in many ways,
I get it wrong even day-by-day
So what am,
what can I say,
for numerous times I’ve gone astray
What am I,
I’m filthy rags,
none should think of me,
and much less brag

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