The World... Poem by David Knox

The World...



This world watch it as it comes to end
we had the power to destroy it and we click the button send
we sent our messages we talked away
mumbling and stuttering both frustrated and alone like what did i say
but now this is where the mistakes meet
this is where the eclipse and the end greet
greet one another
giving us a war and a destruction like no other
it hurts i know
but its too late now we were too slow
ARGH it hurts more
my heart is all but tore
is it even there
is there nothing i can do but tear
tear just to see that i can find my heart i need it
don't take my feelings again please
don't throw my love, my anger, my hate to the ends of the seas
I need it ARGH stop now please i beg
as i get nailed to a wooden board with a peg
you cant hurt my now ill fly but ground me
and you'll end me
in an attempt to understand they pinned to the wall like a butterfly
but i slipped right through the needle, this is where the poem changes takes a turn
a turn for the worst worse then turning and burning
now as i fly
my fate is to die
rest assured i cry i wont let them kill
not so they can scoff and have their fill
rest assured something hang
hang just like in the funeral when those scoffers say dang
why did i do that why was i like that why could i be kind
this person's heart in the autopsy we cannot find...

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