We are all fragile
we are all mendable,
we are thrown projectiles,
and do not realize how susceptible
we are
to the world.
We are all very dumb
we are all contractile,
we are all running from projectiles,
a bullet flying past our ears,
pinging,
singing,
past our sheer tears.
Helmets clack,
and smack, and
fit out skulls,
emotions erupt and dissolve.
We are all running and playing,
all kids with their innocent guns,
shooting bullets and firing their own sons.
We are all very dumb
human beings.
We are all smart,
and do not know what is our meaning.
We are all fragile
simple, young beings,
old and young all have no meaning.
We are all fragile human beings.
We are thrown projectiles,
bullets,
with no meanings.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Boat
شِعرPoetry has no limits. I was going to introduce myself formally, but there is no need. This is emotion. Whether it is formal, informal, or not, it is a large group of feelings, where anyone can feel anything. Read it - feel it - enjoy it. I named thi...
