A bone in the plate a chickens bone
Ready to fall asleep after a beast meal
Now guilt eats us up and laughs the funniest
Joke in the book they had family's yet you humans
ate it.
A group of ants marching on the floor a group of
army's carrying a dead insect a roach, I don't
Think they feel guilty, do they? yet they ate.
I wonder who eats us humans life death?
Do they fight and see who gets the meat on the
plate, death wants the soul/heart, dose life
Wants the same thing?, death wants me dead but
Life wants me alive my head conscious.
The sun drinks rain puddles and drys up what
ever left over crumbs death left behind, the sun a rat eating those crumbs dry.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
PoetryTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
