The fate of the createdA Poem by Adam ParkerA poem about the link between Mortality+creativity and the conflation between sadness and genuine emotion.
Am I doomed to die the fate of the created?
crying in the lving room with a needle in my arm my indian giving emotions, fall and overflow a need to be sedated I see a lily bashed by the wind and sensitive to its harm. Is it overexposure? or is it over-sensitivity that causes salt to form? I know it creeps and glides, and soldifies into a winehouse I know it is the rock that hovers over the woodlouse, I know it's natures wrath, be ready to be scorned. The kettle boils under a raging fire grapes are crushed underfoot to create wine pressure is a result of innate desire just let it go and "it'll all be fine" Relax unwind let the waves drift under the journey on the Styx is meant for all, whether you pick up a pen or a bolt of thunder strap on your shoes and enjoy the ball.
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StatsAuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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