new poem
i tried writing a new type of poem it's kind of a story, kind of not. It's not done.
“There’s Nothing Wrong With My Head”
You stop and think about how the world works and how people have lived for thousands of years. The amazing thing is that life has only gotten better over the years, it has not lost its luster, its grace. But then there is war. You see the light on the other side then war and terror kicks you in the face, knocking out your front two teeth. Then end of the world is at our hands, with a push of the button.
I was young once, a boy with no fears. Then I grew old seeing the world around me collapse. I saw the towers in the holy city. I saw the collapse of an empire in three quick days. The days flew bye, they past my eyes in a flash, like the turning on and off of a light switch. The world was ending before I knew it and I had yet to do anything with who I was. Then I finally began to live my life.
It was a night when they came to trap me. My eyes could barely open. The light was so strong from their flashlights. The bag over my head blocked all my light that was present. It was dangerous I felt my life slipping out before me.
The cave was musty; it smelt like rotten potatoes, a smell I will never forget.
This is it the end of the world I knew it would come someday but not so soon.
They have taken me and trapped me .
“There’s Nothing Wrong With My Head”
You stop and think about how the world works and how people have lived for thousands of years. The amazing thing is that life has only gotten better over the years, it has not lost its luster, its grace. But then there is war. You see the light on the other side then war and terror kicks you in the face, knocking out your front two teeth. Then end of the world is at our hands, with a push of the button.
I was young once, a boy with no fears. Then I grew old seeing the world around me collapse. I saw the towers in the holy city. I saw the collapse of an empire in three quick days. The days flew bye, they past my eyes in a flash, like the turning on and off of a light switch. The world was ending before I knew it and I had yet to do anything with who I was. Then I finally began to live my life.
It was a night when they came to trap me. My eyes could barely open. The light was so strong from their flashlights. The bag over my head blocked all my light that was present. It was dangerous I felt my life slipping out before me.
The cave was musty; it smelt like rotten potatoes, a smell I will never forget.
This is it the end of the world I knew it would come someday but not so soon.
They have taken me and trapped me .