'The Expiry Date' by Pearl Z. Armeni ~ A poem




Dear Reader,

   After some excessive debate I believe that it would not be fair to dally in the creative works of others without sharing my own. 

   Today, I'd like to share with you one of my most favourite works that although took quite a bit of time, believe it to capture the essence of what it means to be a human in today's world: Common, forgotten and oh so fragile. This poem was drawn from the depths of my mortal heart and I sincerely hope you enjoy. So, here it goes... 




   It's not meant to be pretty and it surely isn't supposed to be perfect though I believe that through it maybe just maybe I managed to pass on something to you dear reader - whether that be feeling, truth or I honestly have no idea what. I hope you take it with you and cherish it, for your perception, your universal truth that allowed you to comprehend this, that makes you, you. I shall not be further explaining the meaning, theme or other literary aspect, for a poem is not meant to be concretely understood in one way. A poem is piece of one's soul, it is like a book whose words are not meant to be understood for if it were, humanity would not be so complex. 

   And so for now I leave this with you. I may not ever know you personally in this lifetime but perhaps through my words you may get to know me, dearest reader.  Until next time.

Yours,

Pearl's Odyssey (2025) All rights reserved ©

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