English 11 poem with free verse, catalog, and cadance (not the princess the form of poetry)

[puzzlebeat]

this is a poem i wrote for an assignment about Walt Whitman:

The Song of Myself

Each dawn at the same hour technology always ruins my peace

after the said interruption, I go to find relief

to stay appropriate I will stay my tongue from speaking what I do

But after sweet relief, I prepare nourishment that keeps my physical body going

school, during the time of sun, is unexciting

I usually glare at the air around me when i should set my attention to my mentor

the final hours of the day are usually a little bit more uplifting than the rest

at least I am so much closer to starting the cycle over

my life is boring most days, with the same routine, the same places, the same people

but they give me reason to go on

and of all of these, one and all, I weave the song of myself

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[Tenkan]

Pretty good, Puzzle.

Keep it up!

[puzzlebeat]

thanks