Life depends on nature.
Nature Depends on life.
For what you see can fool you.
And your life is what keeps your emotions in a wonder.
For whom rules your life?
Is it You?
Is it joy?
Is it Love?
Or is it a simple flame.
Most say it is god who rules your life.
But you know your self you control your mind and body.
For one word or movement can be a sin.......
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I like where you're going with this, but it needs some work before it can be a really effective piece. Try sitting down and thinking for a while about exactly what you're trying to say with this poem. Right now it seems to ramble and never really settle down on an intended meaning. As TheWalkinDude said, leaving a poem open enough that it can have multiple interpretations is great, but it needs to still feel like it's going somewhere.
Analysis: Altogether, a good poem! Sure, there were problems, but what poem doesn't? Also, I like how you try to keep things sort of vague, as I do that a lot, too, but it's still a good idea to at least leave the reader pointed in at least one solid direction as to the inner meaning of your literary work. Mystery and shadows are good for drama, but for interpreting, not so much. Also, don't like the periods at the end of every line. I normally just use commas, and others advise just writing the lines as if they were real, grammatically correct sentences. I would suggest maybe just finding a happy medium.
If you ever rewrite this or proofread this or make any changes at all, tell me! I would love to read this again with maybe a little bit more light shed into its depths. Keep on writing and remember to feel the flowing emotion!
Poetically yours,
Zac (A.K.A. The Walkin Dude)