Life is just one big hell-hole,
Where everybody slowly burns.
Until one stirs up trouble,
And ignites larger flames.
Then the whole place catches fire,
It’s set ablaze.
Everyone panics,
Everyone is afraid.
A bucket of water,
To douse the flames.
Everything seems under control,
Everything scaled back once more.
But fire still smolders,
Within people’s hearts.
Once glimpse of these small fires, sets one leaf ablaze,
The others see it and so it ignites larger flames.
Someday,
We’ll all burn away.
Along with this hell,
Where we come from.
But the fiery end will never come soon enough
And the path to the end will torture us in our hearts.
We bring it upon ourselves
And can do nothing to stop it,
Once it has begun…
Is it over yet?
_-~*StrawberryKiss*~-_
(this was awkwardly typed out of anger, and I haven't edited it at all (excluding title) . I'll come back later and see what I can do)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem