Poems from emmakate
I will never amount to anything.
I will have no role,
no impact on this world.
Am I significant?
The world would go on without me.
I will...
Only the fallen
can see the falling.
To the hurt,
the stains
are obvious.
The scars
are there.
Only the broken
can see the breaking.
To...
Through the trees
I see
the world changing,
the slash-and-burn rhythm
of the falling grass
and the burning weeds.
Through the window
I...