Hair line cracks on the east wall
open slowly to drown us all
water starts bleeding out
hours pass then people shout
rushing up to the land above
the people shout, scream, and shove
rushing down and filling up
people traped must rise above
trying to breath, they start to gag
water covers them in their rags
they claw at walls then at them selfs
swifty they die, fish will feed on their eyes
the ones that made it up above no longer know the feeling of love.
hmmm.... interesting... i like the flow.... it's nice.. thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my favorite so far. Great rhyming and great description of the scene. I give it a 10.