| writing is such sweet sorrow |
edelleweiss
B U R N
The world could be on fire and we would not even know. For we'd be too focused on fighting with resentment, shouting at the people we loathe. We are unstable and fickle - drunk from a sweet concoction of perverted passion and rotten desire. We cultivate the anger within ourselves and infect those around us like a virus that will never cease nor expire.
The world could be on fire and we would not even care. For we'd be too busy dealing with our own selfish affairs. We always let our minds be consumed by the sick notion of vengeance and aggression. We are mad hypocrites with corrupted guns, shooting straight at our own damned reflection.
The world is on fire, and it was burning all this time. We have grown ignorant of the disaster happening right before our very eyes. We are blinded by our inner rage and bitterness, thinking violence is always the answer. No wonder it was humankind who had started this relentless fire.
The world is on fire and it is fueled by our hatred. It feeds on the chaos, malevolence, and other wickedness we have created. But when will it ever be enough? When will we humans ever learn?
The world is on fire yet we're just watching it all burn.
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author's note
this poem is about one of the seven deadly sins. can you guess which one?
- edelleweiss
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writing is such sweet sorrow
Poetry𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵𝑬𝑫. Love. Envy. Longing. Desire. 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳�...
