a poem
God asked the man,Why did you choose to die?I saw no point in existence,I couldn’t fathom a reason…
Isolation.Pacing.Caged.
A moment fragmentedAgainst a lifetimeOf similar moments
i am but a featherdrifting between worldsforced to floaton the whims of the wind
She isWhat youCould have been If onlyYou couldGet outOf your own way…
My poems are tragic,So that my life isn’t.
Sometimes,I feel like a seed.A potential inert,A possibility to succeed.So just put me in the dirtAnd give…