Old Soul
I am an old soul
Stuck in a new generation
With technology eyes
And fake smiles
Flustered by the black air
While it coats my lungs
Drowning in a mucus of the old
I am an old soul wanting much more
Than what’s left next door
Vacant faces
With lonely graces
A new child is born
There to erase
My suffering
The future soon will be hers
Jacqui Beran • Mar 15, 2017 at 12:24 PM
I really enjoyed the use of personification of organs withing the body, and the intense imagery that surrounded it. The use of these ambiguous associations aided the development of the message throughout the poem.
Ksenya Seager • Mar 6, 2017 at 10:37 AM
This was such a touching poem that has a very powerful message. The personification throughout the poem gave me chills! I also think that a lot of people can relate to this feeling.
1376 • Mar 6, 2017 at 2:44 PM
Thank you Ksenya!