EXP

~ a poem about experience.

Gaze upon me
And what do we see?

A lanky wanker, a jester, a stranger
Walking questions
Building up & burning down a measly mortal coil

And yet, W O R L D S are built into this frame.

These soles have crossed between dimensions
These hands have cut down demons & dragons
These eyes have seen things you cannot imagine

My spirit is unbreakable
Even when I die
My body will plant seeds. ~

Published by Zsoro