Pleroma

I like to illustrate my poetry sometimes, this poem is about how I see life and death sometimes, just a reversal. I want to eventually do this concept of a picture in charcoal, I want to combine my poetry and art to get a wider picture with words and images.

Text:

Youth, close to the sun, age creeps upon thee, born in knowlege welcome to the life college. It begins finally awaited birth, haggered solemn embrace, enlighted, heavily burdened with this knowlege of the human race, chilled to the bone, hopes blame looking for the name of this fleeting feeling, worlds jerked from beneath unsteady feet, always churning my yearning for the lost objective waiting to be found underground suicide brain