please read poem i made yesterday.?
i feel like god shows me the beauty in the world;
and when im laying on the grass looking up at the sky.
in his lap i am curled;
i cant help but ask why.
why would he give so much beauty;
and such a wonderful life to me.
then others problems i start to see;
lives striken with poverty.
but what could do;
just a teenager dropped in a misleading society.
not knowing where im going to;
but knowing i want to help so badly.
Comments
Very intense.
Your poem is.
Daubed with multihued anguish of human existence, it probes very deep into questions that have no answer.
You write with enviably natural flow of words.
Do write more.
Good luck.