Dirty
By: Taylor Donnelly
Look what you left me a kingdom of broken dreams
Look what you left to be remembered by
Its dirty and decayed
Complicated and delayed
This is what we become the cliches
The brutal truths and the swept a side days
I feel too young for this intimate disaster
I feel too young to fall this far after
Maybe it was a fantasy but i remember trees here
Growing fields blooming possibilities
Now the artificial lights keep me up at night
Chase the stars from my eyes
Where is my childhood did it already pass
Was it sudden or did it last
What is it but the cruel intention
What is this but a cruel invention
Maybe it was wishful thinking but i remembered trees here
Blooming to pretty now disappear
Cement laid wild love tamed
It is what we are destroyers of the worst kind
The evil is in our bodies
But worse so in our actions
We crave destruction
We crave disruption
Maybe it was a dream but i remember trees here
Plastic and glass
Metal and metallic shine
How am i to clean this up you dirtied it
You should be the one to get your hands dirty for it
It all for you
In the end its here
In the end its a sphere
I could have sworn there were trees here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem