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