Warm morning rays
Pass through my body
Landing peacefully on the lake
Hazy fog rises up
Clouding my view
Ironic
Something clouding my view
The mist rises
rises
rises
Through the fog
My gaze lazily falls
On the ground small figures dance around
Their legs under their feet
Vehicles race around
The morning traffic howls
And howls
And howls
And howls
If i had eyes i would roll them
These figures have done nothing
If not pester me
With the morning hussle
The factories start
Spewing
Thick
Hazy
Smog
It shoots up from the tall buildings
Birds fly
Then drop
dead
dead
Dead
The sun has now set
The figures lights blaze
through the busy streets
Blinding me
The figures continue with their work
Not knowing of the birds
Dead bellow me
Or the smog
That fills my lungs
The smoke and smog
Render me feeling my age
Oh how i've seen these figures grow
How they used to stay so low
Now skyscrapers pierce my flesh
Airplanes run through my ribs
Fireworks scorch my skin
The sun is gone
I feel myself drift away
My consciousness drifting
Further and further
From my physical form
Farther
Farther
And farther
and
Farther
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Poems
Thơ caPoems made in school i don't think they're any good but might as well post them enjoy ᕙ('▿')ᕗ
