I wonder if the world could ever love me back.
This shallow winter with no snow, just frost, and fallen leaves.
To stare out my window and see the naked trees.
If the world cared for our minds it would hate our recent fate.
The way we hurt the world and expect its kindness served on a plate.
This silver platter now filled with a meal of dark grey clouds.
If the world loved us before it would despise us now.
I wonder if the world looks at us as we sit in our houses.
I wonder if it feels how we burn its recourses.
The air is filled with life but not too soon it may leave.
The birds wouldn't fly as the bugs would leave us be.
I have seen this story, it's happened so many times, a frightening movie.
It seems as though this reality is such a long way.
I wonder if the world would love us in modern day.
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Pitiful
Poetry"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
