Secrets and cockroaches
Will be all that's left of our existence
When it comes to a screeching halt.
The bridges we built will burn,
vast roads will crumble,
The forest will reclaim what we stole.
Earth would scarcely know it
If we disappeared one day,
Vanished.
We are afraid of what comes after
So many lives are lived
Contemplating the meaning of our time here
Instead of living.
Our last days are spent wondering,
Thinking about the future
And the rest is taken by the past.
It makes our eyes go dull
And the sea seem grey-
Constantly running from death
Brings you closer to its reach.
Shouldn't we focus on living
Breathing
Loving
Feeling
Instead?
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
