A hill with dying grass
The grey sky screams the same
The trees chime in with a tragic rhythm
Feel the tragedy
It's deep in the roots
Wandering around in a place where everything screams
The trees strip off naked in the reason of insanity
Feel the bark which are scattered over the dusty ground
The grass cry out in a dead unison
Suddenly the heaven seems like a magic thing from a story book
This is a proof of no good
Everything is dying, screaming
See the sky growl dark and heavy
The sounds of the screaming, crying, dying will never go away
YOU ARE READING
~Poems~
PoetryI have always loved writing poems, so I'll post some of them here! Hope you'll like them!
