The Beauty Of The World Poem by Ryan Cole
The Beauty Of The World
I hate the beauty of the world
The moon, the stars, and all the spaces between
Hell is not a place, it’s an absence
And all the beauty just reminds me
of what isn’t here
Here or there, ten thousand miles away
The beauty of the world is all just a shadow
dancing on the cave’s walls
illuminated by fire
obscured by smoke
but always, always
there is you
And everything else
is just shadows on a wall
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