-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!