Every single moment on this Earth,
Counting from the very second of my birth,
Leaves me craving more for my worth.
Imagine ever going back and forth.
Please, not this soul.
So, give me everything to explore.
Even if I do get a rebirth.
About the Creator
And the Sun Came Up Tremendous
In memory of the 12 girls who were among the first victims of the atomic age. The screen on Mara's smartphone screamed beams of blue light into her eyes as she doom scrolled through social media. It was 4:13am, and she was still laying on her side in her bed unable to let go of the news headlines whipping past.
By Amanda Starks6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
good poem i like it
Oh wow, this was so profound! Loved your Acrostic!