Some may question my writing and to those I say
That some may compose poetry about politics and some may
Try to tell others of the beauty in the world
But there is no light you are shedding when listeners agree
And everything you speak of everyone perceives
Some may call me a cynic and some may say suicidal
But in my writing nothing is a recital
Of something for all ears
You may agree or you may not but see if i give a shit
Because every sound of distaste seems to get my soul lit
So sit down, listen with an open mind
And maybe you’ll leave holding something you never thought you would find
-yours truly,
Aiden Merrick