Poiesis aka Poems

Her poem

Poems,

Poetry,

Life.

Its all the same to her,

She fights life by writing infinite words.

Continuously with the same soul,

Just different covers.

Trying to flatten the lingering emotions,

She turns her view to the scars and crimson tears.

But can she really win?

To her there are no shortcuts,

Just walls closing in,

Taking the forms of deceiving shadows.

Even with the smile of today,

You don't know if it'll be the same tomorrow...