Youth Poem by Erich Eigenseher

As I sit here on my chair
I can't understand why you aren't there
you are lost to me
and I think I know why
it's because of that horrible lie
I apologize for any mistruth
but I am yet in the twilight of my youth
not yet surefooted almost ready to fly
but as I read what I write
all these words and thoughts are contrite
overused common never
anything unique but not quite
trivial time to pull a new lever
open a trap door and fall
to a different floor maybe i'll
get it right this time