Higher Ground Poem by Violet Warren

does it count
to see anymore
or are we all just blind?
I stand fixated atop
this fence that we all call life
looking down I see
something bright in your eyes
like an arrangement of color
trapped in a beautiful neon lie
the world will perish in open arms
torn to pieces from the cycle down
and I can't hear you anymore
you must be six feet in the ground
if I ever wake up and dismiss this dream
I can forget my mistakes; throw away everything
so that then, then I can truly become worthless