Spark - Poem by Christon SykesSmith
Getting played and then shut down.
Getting beat up then thrown on the ground
Everybody loosing faith and trust,
making me feel lower then the dust.
Ear buds bleeding.
Spark! ! !
Spark! ! ! !
FLAME! ! ! ! !
Now everyone’s to blame.
Because now THEIR city is in flames.
Things gone asunder.
Buildings burned form the ground under.
Through all of it people are STILL lying.
I guess they won’t learn,
Until their whole city is burned.
Flames buring the billdings to dust.
Getting blown away by the smallest gust.
Deep in your wrist.
Thinking of death.
Forgeting about life.
The teasing at school
Nothing I'm use to it.
The Desecration of MY things
It's the end of my days.
I'm sick of this life I'm done.
They wont miss me tutaloo
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