Know Nothing Poem by Mark Williams

Know Nothing



I am a know nothing
From my birth
Through my growth
Until my death
I have learned nothing
I know nothing of learning
I am a know nothing

I never saw
The most beautiful
Sight this world has
I spent all night
Watching her sleep
Smelling her hair
Twisting it in simple
Unknowing patterns
In my hands
I am a know nothing
I lay there next
To beauty
I fell asleep
As she awoke
She kissed me
Awakening me
From short rest
And smiling
At her know nothing
I grasped at
Madness but not
Knowing what I
Was holding
I have had chaos
Wrapping me in
Her tiny arms
Whispering it is
Okay to be me
The know nothing

I am a know nothing
From my birth
Through my growth
Until my death
I have learned nothing
I know nothing of nothing
I am a know nothing

I never felt
So I one night
Walked alone
To the forest
And kneeling there
With knife in hand
Thinking of
Ending it there
And when I reached
For my phone
To send the last
Message I'd send
I knew not
To whom to send
I am a know nothing
I sent no message
But saw several faces
With my eyes
Closed tight
That kept me alive
Mother, Father, Sister,
Leah, Joe, Matt, Mike,
Mike, Tom, Andy, Brett,
Adro, Kacie, Linda, Emily,
Branyon, Amanda, Jessica,
Dan, Heather, Sarah,
Fran, Nate, Marc,
Jen, Nicole, Trevor,
Nick, Harold, Matt,
And all the others
Who I forgot
'Cause I am
A know nothing

I am a know nothing
From my birth
Through my growth
Until my death
I have learned nothing
I know nothing of loving
I am a know nothing

I walked home
In the rain
In my brain
I saw every path
Every action
Every decision
I will ever take
And each one
Ending with you
All being better
Off without me
Still I walk
I am selfish
I think that
I could be wrong
I thought
Of you all
One by One
You keep me alive
More than alive
I am strong
As strong as death
The seal on my heart
Bears your names
I will never go
Without you all
Going first
Because simply I
Know nothing

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Mark Williams

Mark Williams

Syracuse, NY
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