Poem I wrote about searching for answers before birth, a questioning before hand.
every whisper penetrating my thought supply
if you ever become my mother and father
greet me and leave me far behind
i wish i could tell you all of my obsessions
hear all of the noises
my fingers will feel
make me believe
break fear through my eyes
look through the window
and ask where will you take me
why even continue
this isn't just another day
you still have a decision
bother and pinch me
not too hard, i don't want to wake
don't worry about what if
i'm beginning to think
how am i doing
am i an imprint
in your little shell
I really enjoyed the animation, nice and short, good poem also. Perfect backing music. I can never understand when people write poetry on here and then have somebody singing in the background, it's a bit off-putting for the reader. You however have a clear simple backing music, straight to the point animation, very good indeed sir.
ziggystarter 4 years ago