this world,
this earth,
this place
we call our home—
it crumbles
as destruction
pours
from our
lungs.
⠀
as people,
as humans,
as a society
with free will—
we are
slowly
dying
every single day.
⠀
this peace,
this love,
this distorted
state of mind—
our souls
pound
against the confines
of our ribs.
⠀
this world,
this earth,
this place
we call our home—
we forget that
selfless
love
will
save
us all.
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calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
