The World Is Poem by Naveed Akram
The World Is
The world is up in flame and wrong health,
It seized me by the hair and leapt in to ruin
Which is enough to burn my life and living;
My horror has come, and I wrong myself
Just as my life has come apart like toffee,
The heart has come sticky like the soul,
It seizes me by the throat and my blood stops tonight.
The world is adorable now, just like criminals
Who feed on blood when the world is in rest.
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5/11/2024 11:20:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very descriptive and leaves lot to think about...