👋, first poem of the year. Ive lost my poetry super powers
They lay still and quiet,
The souls of those who are no more,
The graveyard creepy and also tranquil,
Full of immobile bodies that are hopeless.
My breath still lies with me,
A chamber full of treasure awaiting to be explored,
Impacts on life I can make,
Until my soul is taken away.
Does anyone understand what I’ve just written. I’d love to hear your different opinions about what you think I’m trying to illustrate with the use of this poem. Thank you.