Days are blurring
life feels wrong
tiny droplet
atomic bomb
Little ember
burning bright
stinging smoke
obscuring light
Tiny weapon
devastates
sickness, death
does not abate
Inner workings
lonely graves
all will die
both weak and brave
Enormous burst
of blades colliding
keening screams
and world dividing
Once you stumble
twice you trip
the roof falls in
the lifelines, snipped
World goes dark
nothing left to see
so much pain in
a second-long
eternity
YOU ARE READING
elegiac
Poetrymy heavier poems marked as mature for discussion of death, unhealthy eating habits, blood, cutting, apocalypse, shameless lack of capitalisation, a smattering of swearing, gambling, alcohol, addiction, self-loathing, suicide you know very fun things
