-Imprint-
All I am
Is
Wriggling matter
Moulding these
Hours
Attempting to shape
A semblance of life
Leaving an imprint
But I just keep curling up
In this crease of
Time
- Impronta-
Sono
Solo
Materia che si
Contorce
Plasma queste
Ore
Tenta di dar
Parvenza di vita
Lasciar un impronta
Ma si ranicchia
In questa piega di
Tempo
-Comment-
This was one of the very first short poems I have written in my second, "serious" go at writing. October 2018 was the month I started my new bachelor journey and met some amazing friends that will end up taking my life for a spin. Hope you enjoy!