Poem - Life is

Written at 12 years old

Life is a knife 

constantly stabbing your heart

covering you in blood drenched in guilt

filling you with endless suffering

bringing tears to your eyes

and only making it better by stopping the clock

Life is a cage

trapping you forever

filling you with endless suffering

and then the door opens and you fall

stumbling like a new born babe

once sweet and dealicate

now cursed with living its life

Life is a leaf

Blown swiftly by the wind drifting 

too high spring

beginning to stretch

its ill fortuned wings

then it begins to wither

as autum batters it toward the ground

only life is just beginning as the cold snow engulfs it.

Life is a storm cloud

clouding our judgement

and chocking into dark

but lined with death 

not a gold line but 

a dark voidless line

Reviews

[Manda]

wow! this was my favorite because it sums up life nicely! =) wonderful job!

[Patricia Gayle]

You are an amazing poet. I absolutely love your work. It all flows nicely and the imagery is incredible. Wonderful parallels made with what life is really like at times. Keep up the great work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your vision of life was hard at 12 years. Poem didn't have much hope. I like the description and the strong statements made in your words. A interesting poem.
Coyote