My world.
Black skies.
Withering roses.
Destruction on every path.
My world.
The one I live in.
Rain pouring.
Lightning striking.
Fires blazing.
My new world.
Don't know how it happened.
I was happy where I was.
The sun shines brighter here.
Bright colorful flowers.
Maybe it's not so bad.
Bright blue skies with big white clouds.
Maybe I'll like it here.
Friendly people.
Just talk.
Friendly people.
Show no feeling.
Walk away
Look around.
It is bright.
My world was dark.
So...
My world went from,
Darkness to Light...
:)
Hi Brooklyn - Thanks another well sructured and well written poem to make us think. V 1 & 2 My (Old) World - black - withering - destruction - raining - lightning struck - ablaze. A pretty grim picture Angel but alas one that many millions of people around the World would recognise. This poem could be a comment on the HAVES (Good World) and HAVE NOTS (Bad World) in today's polarised Society. In V 3 we have a sharp metamorphis MY NEW WORLD - happy - bright - sunny and friendly 'Don't know how it happened'. This poem leaves me with another question - can we oursleves be instrumental in changing a situation from Darkness to Light? 'It is bright - My world was dark - SO - My World went from Darkness to Light! The content is so so evocative - I score it a TOP TEN. Love you in Poetry - JOHN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem! it made me truly happy for you. wait to make a come back and turn things around for your outlook on life :)