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Hi! I am a 13 year old girl from the uk and i need some advice on my work. I am interested in writing in general (fiction) but this is my first proper poem. Please be honest and tell mme what you think. Thanks!

EVERYTHING AND NOTHINGNESS AT ONCE

It is often said that,
Everything happens for a reason,
But while the ending’s clear,
The beginning is riddled and paved,
In problems and issues,
The ending: how it happens is not,
Known but it will come, yes.

Life is a train on tracks,
It is going backwards, ever backwards,
Towards the station of,
Death whether it be of soon or late.

So everything happens,
For no reason yet for a reason,
Because Death is seen as,
Everything and nothingness at once,
Same as reality,
Everything and nothingness at once.

If my train sees station,
Maybe it will stop, maybe it won't,
Death as its everything,
The train will be glad to have found rest,
Death as its nothingness,
The train will seek further adventure.

Deepest Grief and Sorrow,
Everything and nothingness at once,
Death’s real embodiment,
Perhaps worse than Death itself,
Wishing of a station,
As Grief’s brakes screech the train to a halt,
And sometimes a station,
Touched by Grief, is visualised,
Then it is really there,
Death’s station with two wide-open doors.

Please. I know its propably really bad but just a bit of constructive feedback?

TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS

What words could define a Wound,
Is it a pouring of ruby red blood,
An open gash or sore cut,
Something that hurts more than Time imagines?

Is a wound a pain inside,
A haemorrhage, an ache, invisible,
If you show no reaction,
No one needs to know, but there is great pain?

Is a wound a raging storm,
All inside your head where the troubles rule,
This is a battle, private,
A difficult test of control and might?

Is a wound vague and twisted,
Metaphorical like a broken heart,
Is it driven mad by,
The possibilities of love and all?

Yet Time is said to be the,
Greatest remedy for all toughened sights,
A clock of hope and beauty,
As what it tells should fix any 'injury'.

This is another of my poems.