Simple, lighthearted poetry, but poetry nonetheless.
I would really really appreciate actual critisism instead of the spam comment with a 10 slapped on. I'f I feel you're being nice for a comment I won't comment back.
The fly
fights for it's life
to fly through
an invisible wall
...
He couldn't have been
more than eleven years old.
As innocent as Adam
as fiesty as Eve.
...
As the fly lay there
convulsing,
I watch over him
as if I were God.
...
I useto speak of death
as if it did not exist.
Five years old,
skies of blue with lollipops
...