I am very new to poetry, I am in school for engineering so that leads to exactly zero amounts of poetry. I would really like some good constructive criticism to help me improve so don't be afraid to be honest with me. |
There he sits around his bench,
Where he works with so much at stake...
Brushed across that great white canvas
lay the portrait of his my once fine mother...
Mirrored in my tears you stand inverted,
Somewhere your mind has forgotten how to right...
Wrecked and torn my fingers are,
For someday I will be your star...
There he sits around his bench,
Where he works with so much at stake...
The Soul Owner's Plight
Don't lose sight...
Only in darkness are your eye's truly open |