Tick tock
Game over!
Everyone's playing,
Everyone's yelling,
But time's up,
And here they loose.
Time's turned off,
Black and white restored,
Pride vanished,
Justice established,
Retry disabled,
Truth unveiled,
And speeches disclosed.
Are you scared? Please, don't.
It's just the end.
YOU ARE READING
Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
