I’ve lived my entire life
afraid to live and afraid to die
How does that become a poem?
It doesn’t contain any metaphor
No imagery
No beautiful language
It’s
No, it’s not even that
There’s a man in a room
and a light is on.
I’ve lived my entire life
afraid to live and afraid to die
How does that become a poem?
It doesn’t contain any metaphor
No imagery
No beautiful language
It’s
No, it’s not even that
There’s a man in a room
and a light is on.