- Poem - Life

A short somewhat worryingly morbid poem, written when i was about 6

Flowing like a river

Trickling like a stream

Charging like the sea

Beginning with no mean

A thread waiting to be cut

A tapestry unwinding

A ball of wool knitting

Flowing with no mean

A heart frozen in time

A dream drifting away

A hologram disappearing

ending with no mean

Reviews

[Manda]

this had a very nice flow to it. i really liked this one a lot. keep it up!

[Patricia Gayle]

Very pretty write. It has a nice flow to it.

[Zarathustra]

=]
Wow the things a 6 year old can think of!

It makes the poem mean so much and feel so terrifying to read to know that it was first drafted at such a young age, I don't even remember life when I was 6 and I'm pretty sure I didn't think of the flow of life the way you did.

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