Poem

Heyy.

Not gonna say much, not in the mood to be honest, might edit later and write something.

This is called 'The way the World Feels'

Each lost mans eardrum beats in time
To the grime, the rhythm of crime,
While they’re lost in the dark, with
The worlds beating heart; please restart reality
Back to when we saw less of war,
And the death that it bore, and restore
The earth to what it was before.
Because it’s deafening me now,
And somehow I’ve managed to plow on.
But iniquity hurts my eyes that I perch
On the screen that I search upon
For something wise, but my eyes can’t
Find what may be fine for me smile at.
A gat? Not that, it’s all I can hear,
With the cheer from the arguments
On this sphere. The riots we cause;
We deserve no applause, simply because,
There is no peace, but need for police
To stop the madness and cease the
Bullet through a vest made best to
Protect the breast of the distressed,
Now shaking in their skin. Can we begin;
The end of social sin, what us as wrong-doers
Did bring, my reason being that in a room,
Dark and dim, hides a soul there within,
Hiding from the noise, trying to be poise,
Let her be; we’re not toys. He who destroys
The world around her very aura, darkens
The aurora, if you saw her, the self distracting
Hopeful, weeping about what’s global; blocking
Out the chaos; she can’t be her own boss. Blaring out
The tunes, mornings and afternoons, just to
Be away from the everyday, she doesn’t like the grey,
Of the dust in the fight. So let her have her light,
and take away her fright.
Put the world right, so the past is out of sight.
You all just ignore, the terror that you saw
In her eyes. Be wise. See through her disguise.

There’s always someone like her.