I was born into an acidic world 
Breathing a language of tears 
A world that wanted to destroy my poetime 
But I continue to live in rhythms
My poethoughts winging in space,
Standing on the edge of time..
Somewhere on the outskirts of a book
A nib scratching its back 
My poetorch lighting the melting of quill on page 
Through infinity’s fractured galaxy 
I am the syllable poetasting eternity’s ceaseless alive
My lungs poetransient
The murmurs of my heartbeat pulsing poetotal..

I try to perfect my words ..

Yours in all poetic sincerity, 

~~Yasmin~~

Source: Poetrue – yaskhan