When skies fall, and nature burns,
When buildings crumble, and humans learn
When death arrives for your soul
Who will you call?
When gems are worth less than trash
When comforts become nothing but ash
When there is no day, nor night
Will you still fight?
When walking through burning wood
When the earth is red, soaked with blood
When you barely grasp that rope
Will you lose hope?
When the bones crush and powder,
When lying alone with dark wonder
When death comes closer, you cry
Will you still try?
But, against all odds, you rise
Strengths and smarts find you,
The torture is numbed senseless now,
And suddenly you do all those things.
Call, fight, hope, try . . .
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INSANITY (poetry)
PoetryI am as insane to the sane, as I am sane to the insane. Crazy, right? A book of short poems about being a bit psycho, inspired by Myrnin from the Morganville Vampire series. I DO NOT OWN THE COVER ARTWORK Highest rank: #830 (09/04/16)
