I did this for my creative writing class and it was based off of having our first or last line being Walt Whitman's famous line "I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world."



I don't have a title for it yet so I just call it my yawp poem :]



Comments would be appreciated. I feel like it's missing something, but I'm not quite sure what...











I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world

To the tops of these broken buildings is where I've been hurled

I let them know that I have arrived

Not willing to stand up and take my own dive



I stand there alone, curious and afraid

Convincing myself I still can be saved

From the top of the building I look all the way down

I am pulled from my place and flung towards the ground



Soon I am trapped far down below

That question, "Who am I?" won't let me go

It holds me in a dark room with no light

For a moment it seems so worthless to fight



Its fingers drip with hatred and tears

Clinging to my body it searches for fears

It tangles itself in my hair, straps me back

Screaming at me only the things that I lack



I struggle and claw and break myself free

And notice the grimy ground quickly falling behind me

I am back on the roof, on the top of the world

To the top of these buildings is where I've been hurled



Comfort grabs me and says relax and unwind

All those pieces you're missing

You'll soon find