Immortality
Words flow across the page like the sweetest of honey,
all of my thoughts and feelings displayed for the world to see.
Sadness cloaked in images of rain,
happiness portrayed by the brightest of the sun.
Writing is an instrument that can be played by all.
The music created can bring even the most cold man to his knees.
When you write, you live on through your words.
Immortality at its finest.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.