From an actual poet: "In the middle of life,
death comes to take your measurements.
The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit
is being sewn on the sly." - Black Postcards by Tomas Transtromer From my own work(look I saw a comment asking about self-written poems so I thought I'd include my own):
"Within the gaps of my fingers,
Are inkstains ingrained in my skin,
Blemishes of black and blue that never washed off,
Grasping at the strings of fate I cannot see." - Inventory by me
hey reblog this with a piece of your favorite poem, please