And It Flows

An ill attempt at rhyming.

This life in my hand,
Simply withstands
All that expands.

Death can’t disfigure,
Nor can time configure.

So I can’t help to wonder-
What is this horror.

Is it age at its greatest…
Or an end at its latest.

What life is held lightly
In my palm strung so tightly.

I reach out and tell it
To end it’s submit
As gravity forces its decend’t.

Destiny- however
Listens only forever
To me, my own, and those
Destiny deems to know. 

Reviews

[Lee E. Powell]

I think it's very well written but honestly, i dont get the meaning. now keep in mind, i know nothing about poetry. i don't even own any poetry, except for Poe of course.

"What life is held lightly
In my palm strung so tightly."

Is this a poem of new life?

[Laura E. Aranda]

WOW!
I think this is the very first piece that I have ever read by you and it captured my attention completely! Amazing! Cheers,lea

[deadlife]

Brilliant!

[Mysty Rayn]

I think it was a great attempt at ryhming. Nicely done.

[thecoolone52]

nice view on the end i guess? Or the old people that are still straight chillin? Haha anyway nice write i enjoyed it