Time ticked by, never stopping, just ticking
on and on as people ran out of it. They worried,
they cried, they lost faith in what kept
them sane. Worlds crumbled around them,
plunging the children into darkness about a future
that may never happen. A future without a sun.
It seemed so sudden but they knew it was
coming; the day when happiness went away.
Slowly draining, being sucked out of their
minds like a forgotten memory. The air
around turned to grey, and the only birds
left to fly were the crows, screeching for
the world to be cut up.
I cut up my world. My happiness had already
gone. I saw no future, only the black of my
heart that was unable to be happy.
I made my time run out.
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Fireside Poems
PoetryI decided to share how I feel sometimes as poems because just like the feelings I have, this form of writing is not always as straight forward as it seems.
