I close my eyes
And I can see
The world that's what we used to be
A home
Of the past
We tore
Down what we have built
What we have dreamt
What we would be
Another
Atlantis
If you find anything
That you like to do,
Hold on to it.
Cling onto it,
Move on when it's necessary.
These days,
Nothing can be trusted.
Not even me.
Not even them,
whom you call your 'best friend'.
Everything is primed,
Maximised
For better something s.
For more.
Everything
Is just a business strategy
To earn
To gain
In favour of
Themselves.
Hold on
Grasp it,
What little substance you
Have left
But don't
Be selfish
Because you're just going to become
The thing you were
Avoiding becoming into
Please.
Even he himself said it.
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
