Craters
A poem that mirrors shape
Read it in plain text:
Brilliant
dottings, speckles
like lively cities
minus the light pollution
scars from beatings
it shrugs off
unintentional, though it hurts
all the same,
stretch marks span
miles, slithering out their core,
traversing black outs
pimpled craterous terrain
rover prone
man’s love, guiding light
accomplishment and aspiration
cold yet
brilliant.
Best poem yet! I can get over how awesome this is!
brooke come on you just keep on pouring me with smiles to my face this poem is gorgeous your poetry is sensational and yk what i love your mind