Blast from the Past

A long time friend managed to dig up a poem I wrote at age 17.  It brought back a lot of feelings, intense and mixed.  The year was 1997 and it wasn't a particularly kind one to me. 

At any rate, it's a very strange thing to see your handwriting and read impassioned words you wrote over 15 years earlier.  It's also fascinating to realize just how effective a time machine some handwriting on a piece of notebook paper can be.  It's so much more evocative than this digital text I'm typing--it's more than words, it's the product of my very own hand rather than a keyboard and word processing program.  So, I'm posting it here as an image, instead of typing it up.  
*the text of the poem I post without comment or further context, so...*