you could burn down
everything in your path
and they still wouldn't hear you
as you screamed.
you could tear this world apart
and leave it in shreds
and they still wouldn't see you
as you turned to dust.
you could run from the darkness
within your skeleton
and they still wouldn't believe
that there's goodness in you too.
you could loathe the city
you once called home
and they still wouldn't
f o r g i v e y o u.
⠀
so don't let the city lights
fade from your eyes.
there is still hope
for a better world.
there is still hope
for you to make it out of this alive.
there is still hope
that they will
set
you
f r e e.
only if you let them.
YOU ARE READING
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.
