our home is burning and I do nothing.
ash is falling from the sky and I worry if I'll ever understand math.
we walk on fire and all I want is to snuggle with him.
their suffering, their torment, digs deep into my skin.
I hear the scrapping and rasping, the jarring infliction of the war. It settles into my bones, leaving a blistering ache, making me feel like the most selfish being on earth.
I'm human, a flickering particle in a mound of dust.
What did I expect?
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
