The Apple

I ate my heart in solitude
watching three years grain by.
Grain like sand paper
itching on an edge.
As if something was going to happen.
Passing by I saw a child;
filthy, starved, and drained,
who caressed an apple in his lap.
I pondered, looking,
and in return he answered with a smile.
Holding up the apple,
the boy began changing before my eyes
into a man.
Leaning forward, beaming,
he spoke in a strong voice.
He said, "The apple told me
that it wanted to live."

(Wrote it about a year ago. It was inspired by Stephan Crane's poem, "In the Desert". I'm just hoping it doesn't sound too much like that... I feel like I was copying off it too much which isn't so fun. : I)

This is a very interesting poem. I don't think you need a period at the end of the fourth line, though:

Grain like sand paper
itching on an edge.
As if something was going to happen.

It cuts off the thought before it's able to finish. The poem is very choppy, but so is "In the Desert," so I'm guessing that's on purpose? I like how you kind of made reference to the other poem with the beginning. You can tell that it's inspired by Stephen Crane's poem, but I don't think it's too similar. To me, it kind of seems like a response to it, which I don't think is a problem.

Mmmmm, this poem is really good. The idea of the apple and the man growing together is quite nice. I really have no suggestions. Gooooood work!

gr8 job....keep it up!