Meter

So in English class, we're learning about Shakespeare and meter. It's weird, because I kind or understand meter, but I guess other people don't. Anyway, every time we talk about it, I think of this poem I wrote in which the last part is iambic.


Where’s My Childhood?

I cannot see through the filter of my memories
I cannot see through the sepia tinted haze
I cannot hear the thoughts I thunk
And I cannot view the world as I had
I cannot see through the muck of time

Detached, I am
From who I was
Astray from who I would be
Detached, my mind
From what it was
Detached
I cannot see