I saw a creature so magnificent
it blew my mind to pieces.
It was elegant and eloquent
in its way of speaking.
But I'm not sure if it really spoke,
I never heard it.
It just gave me the sense that
one day it did.
When its lids unveiled its orbs,
there was nothing but beauty
and a sense of purpose.
I don't think the post-birth
emptiness will ever leave me,
but I believe and hope that,
certain fullness will filter
through my skin eventually.
I still want to thank the creature
because although it never
properly gave me,
it marked me.
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Self Taught Reality | a poetry book
PoetryPoetry books aren't that popular here but that should change, so I'm giving it a go. Writing is all I do besides school so poems are the only way I've found works to pour all the painfully abstract thoughts out of my head. I hope someone out there...
