Lilac Mornings
Every morning I woke up to as a child,
Was a lilac phase of light,
As I got older the beautiful color would fade more and more,
This is how I describe the world's beauty,
Fading more each hour of every day,
Until one day,
It will be completely gone,
Forever lost until we figure out how to stop the fading,
But we won't and the beauty of the world will be gone,
Forever,
Unsaved,
And its fate decided by the human race,
Gone.
Just like yesterday's trash,
Gone,
Dead,
Nothing.
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Into The Abstract
PuisiPoetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.
