this room is small
like my world is now small
caged inside a wall
that separates us all
wishing we could touch hands
life feels like porridge these days
but not the creamy exciting kind
the kind that tastes like walls.
this room is small
like my world is now small
caged inside a wall
that separates us all
wishing we could touch hands
life feels like porridge these days
but not the creamy exciting kind
the kind that tastes like walls.
Excellent. This is a good example of a poem that works in all lower case. I’ve removed all your punctuation, because it doesn’t need it. And put a break in as well.
Thinking about it some more, with my editors hat on. You could add a new line after the second line, that echoes the first two lines. Then a break. And you’d have a very neat poem of three x three line verses.
thanks ill try editing it about