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Regurgitating me in skin and bone
Creating so my God's not alone
Recording every piece of history
In maim able muscle memory
Like rings on trees, layer in rock
Giving cadence to a personal clock
Settling in fragmented form
Only to start dying the moment I'm born
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Tick tock tick tock. I like that this rhymes, because it gives it a cadence. I can hear the metronome. What I like about rhymes is how they imbed themselves in your head. If you have something truly worthwhile to say, then it doesn't go away. You make a just appraisal about the fate of man.
I liked this poem too. I think, just as I said in your other poem, I would like to see some more added on here. (Just for fun!) I also felt sometimes the rhyming is forced. remember that a poem doesn't have to rhyme.
great write
