In front of me

So, it's been quite a while since I've posted on here. I'm currently taking a creative writing class on poetry, so I'll try and post some poems I write, although it will most likely be sporadically. Also, I can't guarantee there won't be some random posts about my generally-irrelevant-to-anyone-but-me thoughts.

Here is one of the poems I've written for the class, possibly the only one that is any good (and even that is debatable). The poem was created using a method we tried in the class where we took an existing source (in my case, the book House of Leaves, and took random phrases and created a poem. 

In Front of Me

I could call her.

Our whole fight was so frantic,

even      sad in some ways.

I may have been part of it,

but still felt a mile away.

There is no satisfaction in this.

                     Sleep never arrives.

                     No rest.

                      The phone is right in front of me.

I just

     cannot run that far…

     cannot find a reason…

       cannot… 

Let me know any questions or comments (positive or negative) about the poem. The formatting is a little off from the original, but Blogger won't allow me to post it in the right form.