Closer here, someone floats
People cry throat calls out
Sounds wirl, with the noise of the rest of
The world who's doing what for who
Who's saving who, for what
Closer here far away there just a post
About war I give, they give I see
Who gives and see who dosen't
Phone rings and far you are but their
Voice is as close as the ghost at night
Whispering in my ear
Today mood drags
Days seem shorter, time longer now
How close are we to giving,
To falling
To breaking
To reaching
To popping
In this bubble of ours, bubble of yours.
-ashespoetry
