So, I've been reading and commenting on a few "poems" that were posted on here and asked for opinions, I've been utterly disappointed in them all of them, perhaps I'm jaded so I'm posting this to see what others think, people who don't personally know me.

the poem is called "David".

Still.
I stand watching you move,
Watching you pass and glance
At my cool shell.

I stand,
Waiting for someone to
Look back into my
Frozen, colorless face.

Waiting for someone to
touch the impression which
Time has recorded, without
Restriction.

People stop, they look,
And they walk, pretending
To understand; pretending
To see me.

None of them can
have me, they cannot
Release me from this
tomb.

I wait in this
Bleached cast for someone
To see the idea, the life that
This distraction is hiding from them.

The life that was given to me in
This stoney face is but a casket
Prematurely sealing a life inside it’s grip.
So I wait,

For you to peer into my eyes
and see me; for you to carry
A piece of my purpose away from
this chamber.

Bring me to life and release me from
this room. Keep me alive and think
of me. Keep the idea that I am
rolling in your head, making me yours.

Will you help me,
While I stand here holding
The name of my father to my
Side?




I watch you pass, and
I know your name. I see
your face, and you slowly turn
to walk.

I scream for you, but
You do not turn.
Can you hear me?
Or do you not want to listen?


--Scotty A