This was the first "real" poem I ever wrote. I was about 11...
I know it's way too abstract and obsolete, and I know many people don't agree, but jeeze, aren't poems after all a reflection of the most bizzare part of someone's mind?
Please critique.
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Life
Life shall be an abstract entity
For whom we live after.
It chooses who to favor,
It chooses who to not.
It isn’t about luck,
It isn’t about charm.
It’s simply about Life;
Has it forgotten you?
Or has it not?
Tessia T.
