Share my poetry and improve it.

I’ll start with sharing and hopefully that will lead to improving.

I wrote this a long time ago. Apparently it was when Pluto was still a planet, although I guess its still called Pluto, so its irrelevant. It doesn’t really have a title.

I feel very small,
insignificant.
I’m barely a speck
in all existence,
though at times I feel
a greatness within.
The caverns of my mind
expand to a vastness
equivalent to that of
the infinite universe.
The unexplored terrain
in my subconscious depths
like the icy secrets
kept by distant Pluto.
The thoughts of my mind-
answerless questions,
a darkness unknown
never to see light.
All this great vastness,
all this to explore,
but I am still small,
insignificant,
still barely a speck
in all existence.