Winds whisper of apocalypse,
Drying words upon parched lips
Desolate world the sea of drought
Nature screams "murderer" out.
What man will take a stand?
Yester-year slips hourglass sand
The air weeps oil stains,
Seeping chemicals in our brains
Eyes wide open, closed with stupidity,
So death of all mores the pity
Cracker Jack schemes,
Last minutes dreams
The day dawns undead,
History unread
Caring hearts broken
Good deeds unspoken
Lost platitudes
Nonchalant attitudes.
Children fend for yourself,
Line-up to the food shelf
Empty boxes line the stalls
Stomach's rumbling hungry calls
Barren trees,
Fall to your knees
Redemption just out of grasp
fathers of sin suffer for the past
Death Angel wings unfurled
Beg forgiveness for a barren world.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
