To The Brink
By: Taylor Donnelly
The flies are commuting suicide in the sink
They went there to get a drink
The moth beats its self on the window pain
Is it in frustration or has it gone insane
Trapped unable to escape
Everything put in a box like shape
Do we forget we and round
Do we forget we are bound
To this body, this beautiful wonderful structure
Do we wish to forget our nature
I got nothing but this weegie board heart
And a broken dream catch that cant play it's part
So I'll keep down this road
Even when it begins to corrode
I see you not seeing why
The birds and trees have began to cry
Because your killing the world alive
Poor Gaia can not survive
We are at the brink
We are the flies at the sink
I just hope we don't drink
Here is the poetic link
The end of the story
Our pride and our glory
And we can not end so gory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem