We cannot feel alive
without sensations.
A gentle brush
or a piercing pain:
these are necessary
to be a mortal.
It is only when a
forceful bite
reveals that blood still flows
beneath this chalky skin
that I am reminded
that I have yet to join
the immortal dead.
this poem is so true... Great write Krista
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I get this somewhat but i am only 8 i like this poem.. Sierra