A camel's back was broken
Three eyes have hardly woken
Time relates a story to space
The one about the human race
One day too long
The response too strong
Up in smoke does history go
Most current life out the window
A thought too little
Down does the sanity whittle
A catastrophe realised too late
The falling of a symbol's fate
Twisting through the trodden roads
A ghoulish sight gleefully goads
Its prey to take action most foul
And disappears with the screeching wind's howl
Only thoughts about nothing linger
As the half-human beasts lick their fingers
In this grave is where hope does lie
It took no time for all of it to die
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roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PuisiNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
