Nights.

There’s nothing that I really want:
The stars tonight are rich and cold
Above my house that vaguely broods
Upon a path soon lost in dark.

My dinner plate is chipped all round
(It tells me that I’ve changed a lot);
My glass is cracked all down one side
(It shows there is a path for me).

My hands—I rest my head on them.
My eyes—I rest my mind on them.
There’s nothing that I really need
Before I set out on that path.

By: Kevin Hart



I like this poem because it explains that this person has changed a lot and he needs to get onto a new path, maybe start over. I have changed a lot also. Some things I changed for the better, but some things I changed for the worse. I know there are a few things I need to fix about myself before I move on to anything else, or new into my life. I hope to gain control and start on a new path.