Wednesday, November 24, 2010

You.

Dry , crumbling, parched sorry world.
Drowning in drought and foolish , careless tending.
Neglected poor, dry , crumbling , parched sorry world.
Why are you so lonely?

Ridiculously inhabited with weeds that choke and hate.
Drowning in your own mess.

Woeful, Worthless imbecile world.
why are you here?
You who everyone points at..regrets. You.
Only to you , they are ashamed.
Neglected, poor, dry, crumbling, parched sorry world.
How is it you live?
Not even the birds land on your trees.
Not even the roaches infest your filth.
Sadden by your own faults. You. Even you hate yourself.
How is it you exist?
Mistaken, Dry , crumbling, parched sorry world.
When I choose to give you rain , you ruin yourself.
Not even the seeds in the ground want to help you.
Lonely, pain filled, dizzy world.
You are confused by you.
Disappear ...Dry , crumbling, parched sorry world.
To the lava under the world . disintegrate.
Keeping in mind no one cared.
Because you didn't care yourself.

1 comment:

  1. I must say, Very in depth. I receive a message from that poem. All most like some one is depressed, or if you don't care about yourself then, who will? Very descriptive!

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