Poem # 2
Drip, drip, drip.
Down the seemingly endless drain water falls deeper and deeper as the black cat clocks tiks with every second.
Time is always fleeting as the sky turns dim and lights up once more - an everlasting cycle of aging.
The burning heat of the earth’s heavenly core hears us up - the air up, and our beating hearts.
I say this because if the earth were to crumble - our lovers, families, and friends would fall down with it.
Our hearts revolve around people near us. Hence , if they fall - we shall crumble and break with them.
The trees grow taller with time, the oceans rise as glaciers melt, leaves fall and wilt, land disappears as it hides underneath the surface of the water.
Time only moves forward. It doesn’t stop - so if we keep trashing our oceans, polluting our air, and hurting our soil we will die.
Just as a baby in the womb, it is most likely to die if the host, or carrier, dies. We will perish if our earth follows that fate.
Let’s save our earth.
Of course, unless, all life and nonliving things don’t matter as much to oneself.
Go on, go on! Follow down the road of despair! I won’t hold you back….
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PoetryPoetry- "Although the two of us co-exist now, as one - tomorrow could be a war. A war between us, against you... But we are you? Does it feel nice being torn in two?" Here- -for us, the broken ones. For us, the broken, betrayed, and hopeless ones. ...
