The song is gray
Like soot stained walls
Of a hat
In the middle of nowhere
A little girl stained in marker
Where is her family?
Blood dribbles down a wrist
Turns to red watery mist
If it happened to you
Would you cry?
Or would you stand at attention unable to
Water is very wet
Do you get it yet?
Screams echo in a small room
Of two people
Window spiderwebbed with cracks
Pencil in the windowsill and
No I don’t understand
I don’t want to
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poetry
PoetryA bunch of depressing poems that are uncorrelated unless otherwise stated. Updates weekly
