the spiral

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sorry if this does not make any seance its kindof a rant. its pritty dark so if u dont want to read it its fine


I feel so cut off

Muted

Isolated

Like the world doesn't hear me

Music does not give me comfort

Talking to friends feel so boxed in

I want to talk

To be heard

To play

To be free for one in my life

To spread my wings

Feel the wind

but I feel empty

And dark

Like the void

I have no light to gide me

Not any more

I don't feel joy

Or happy ness

I'm more grounded than i like

I don't want this

I don't want to be in this world

Or in this body

I want to be free hunting

Roaming around

Not caged up like a animal

I am dark and empty

Like the void

I feel nothing

Because i am nothing

Just a vesle

In this world u call earth

But it's actually burning hell

It cries

It weeps

But we do nothing to help

We never say our thanks to the world

The one that grew and gave

But we never thank

Never have time to take care of

We are hurting it

And in return

It is hurting us

Taking our families

Our friends

Our food

Our water

We are the corrupted

Humanity is

Not the planit

Its just proviting

And we do nothing

We just sit and watch

The world burn

Bulldog claps and drown

Humanity being chocked

By the pollution

We created

Diying and falling

Left and right

Hitting the ground

with out a sound

Not a mouse

Nor a whisper

Not a cry

Not a whimper

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