Do you ever feel
Like the world is caving in?
Does the world always seem
Like it is going to end?
With every moment,
Every breath
Becomes shallow.
Tears blur your vision
And suddenly
Nothing makes sense.
You clutch your head
You pray for a clue,
But nothing came.
You remain
Feeling helpless,
You've wished to be free,
And all that's happened
Is pain beyond belief.
I call this stress,
That bleak, dark feeling,
And it always comes,
When the world needs healing.
It comes,
It always comes.
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Poems About Our Reality
PoetryThese are just poems that I've created myself about how our world is today. Sorry it's a bit angsty, so read at your own risk. I've been told that the first one at least is good so I hope y'all will like it too.
