To The Brink By: Taylor Donnelly Poem by Taylor P. Donnelly

To The Brink
By: Taylor Donnelly



The flies are commuting suicide in the sink

They went there to get a drink

The moth beats its self on the window pain

Is it in frustration or has it gone insane

Trapped unable to escape

Everything put in a box like shape

Do we forget we and round

Do we forget we are bound

To this body, this beautiful wonderful structure

Do we wish to forget our nature



I got nothing but this weegie board heart

And a broken dream catch that cant play it's part

So I'll keep down this road

Even when it begins to corrode

I see you not seeing why

The birds and trees have began to cry

Because your killing the world alive

Poor Gaia can not survive



We are at the brink

We are the flies at the sink

I just hope we don't drink

Here is the poetic link

The end of the story

Our pride and our glory

And we can not end so gory