Destruction-
It’s all I see.
It’s all because of you and me.
Our home is crumbling,
No longer sound.
Worlds apart,
Does not silence the frowns.
We can save it,
It’s not too late.
We must meet our fate,
We must go through the gate.
Today you see dull colors
Of a dying world,
The vibrant colors replaced
And out of date.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poetry Book Two
PoetryPoetry ranging from free verse to rhyme. There are many topics most of which derived from personal experiences. Contains 100 poems. {Poetry / Short Story}
