Time passed and we didn't speak in so long,
I thought I was cured,
But as I'm seeing you again maybe not,
I feel like the world is burning,
And everybody is looking at me to save them,
I can't run and I can't hide,
The stench of burning flesh is killing me,
I simply want all the oceans to form a union in which they save them,
But the oceans stare and laugh at my struggle,
I can't help but think saving me was pointless,
They scream for mercy and beg me to stop it,
But I can't ,
So instead I yell save me,
for they could not handle 5 minutes of the burning,
Yet nobody noticed my soul had been aflame for eternity.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
