Hi everyone, I am new here and this is my first thread. I mostly write micro poems but thought about sharing this one with you all. All that will be left of me, is a woman with her untold story. Covered in fine line cracks, invisible for the world to see. An inspiration to the fallen ones, but deep down, I feel empty. My soul has lost it's zeal to live. My heart has given up it's right to feel. Yet another battle begins, this time, will I lose or will I win? Though giving up has never been my thing but I feel I will be defeated by life, eventually.
You forgot to name it! (Although many micro poems don't get one, I feel this one is long enough to have one) It's really well written. I can completely imagine a woman who is worn out by the vicissitudes of life.
Thank you, I am glad you liked it. I absolutely suck at naming poems so most of my poems are untitled.
Well you can try. Change it if you feel it isn't good. It's not like you need to use the first name that you decide on.