how have we become
so accustom
to walking barefoot over
the shards from bottles
we threw at the floor
glinting poison beauties
to make the Earth sparkle
and cry
our music plays such
haunting melodies
as we shuffle along the path
suffocated
with the occasional raincloud
with the occasional sun ray
holding on to our precious memories
and questioning our morals
in this more or less world
YOU ARE READING
a swallow of words
Poetry-original poetry collection -these are not all the poems i have written as some are too personal and i already have 200+ -feedback is appreciated :) -if my writing can help or reach and mean something to someone i will be over the moon -thank you...
