Sculpted in the flesh like wrinkles Created by life or self-inflicted All of them holding a private significance Reminding you of the frailty of life Someday, someone will touch them and feel happy - you’re alive
You pen the truth here, Usually it is you that touch them and think how glad you are to be alive. there are those that will do the same, and we have those who we are glad are alive as well. A classic poem on the human condition
I'm 26. A native french speaker, I only picked up creative writing and poetry recently. English felt like the best way to describe my feelings so far.
Acrostic might be my favorite genre. more..