Ryan Goodwin
I find myself now, as a book
With loose binding; easy to split.
And my words, my thoughts,
They’re so prone to change.
So prone to error, I
Am nothing more than a
Rough draft, and a story
Yet to be completed
With my spelling awry
And a missing comma or two,
I am yet the person, the book
I was made to be.
So it is not long then, before
I turn grey, and my pages yellow,
And I find myself coming to
A state of adult contentment.
My wrinkling paperback cover
Will thus be shaped according to its
Treatment, but my words, my thoughts inside,
Will finally be perfected.
I am a 19-year-old from Paisley, Scotland, who also studies English at The University of Strathclyde. After spending a couple of years doing various Journalism works for local publications I have recently ventured into trying my hand at poetry – a hobby I have enjoyed for a long time.