I don't know how good or bad this is. I don't know how anything this is; it just came out. Still, I'd appreciate reviews.

As a poet

I am attracted by short loneliness;

quiet lines

that seem euphonious

a monster of silence

breathing nothing but thought;

and yet, without dedication

to the pounding separation

I am lost.

A crisis blowing,

and I know nothing of sensibility

a frightened child

who am I to discuss

inadequacy?

The silence that knows no silence,

and I am bare and hopeless

in my trusting words.