1 jul. 2009

Misery

Sharing a walk with the street

Great sorrow in my surroundings

Poverty at my feet

Making me see the warnings


The Earths soul is slowly dying

I can’t hear its inner fire growling

Making a hole in my heart

Piercing my ears with great art


Filled with sorrow

Waiting for the morrow

Filled with greave

Not knowing if the world will heave


All the wrong being done

Has made me shift realities

I wish it were all gone

Wish it were a mere illusion


By Alexa Honey

1 comentario:

Sara dijo...

I feel the same way. Wow, you explain things so well.