The dark, frigid waters

Are waters dark and frigid.

They’re cold, making

Them never warm.

It’s that way because….

Of something.

Since I was a whippersnapper

Ive known where I’m from.

That’s enough for me.

I mean, why do I have to express

Myself in this manner? It feels

Like I’m just making incomplete

Sentences to unclearly

Portray how I’m feeling.

Let’s be honest: most poetry

We call good would probably

Have been better written

With longer exposition.