Mutter and mumbles,
Trips and tumbles,
The ground is pulsing,
The earth is convulsing,
Winds are stronger,
Storms are longer,
Ocean is rising,
Forest is dying.
Forests will burn,
Seas will churn,
On all horizons we see a haze,
As the plague lives its last days,
The disease is ignorant,
Oblivious to it's own disfigurement,
Its destruction is not vague,
We are the plague.
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This poem has to be my favorite that hasn't been written by a known poet. I hope you all enjoyed it. Plus Aj is my best friend. Lol.
Inspiration:
"How fucked up the world is because of people."
Shout out:
Check Aj out on Instagram at https://instagram.com/applejuice36art?igshid=dncalet0wwsb
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The Mind of the Middle
PoetryThis is just a big old book full of edgy and cringy poems. I used to write poetry on my old account but never got around to writing some on this account. A good friend of mine got me into poetry again so here it is! Read at your own will.
