You thought everything revolved around
You.
Well it doesn't.
We have been
plunged
Into darkness- Fuck you,
What have you done?
A regression, a re-writing of the history
That we have always been ashamed of.
I am ashamed still.
We do not learn until it is truly
Too late
And we have endured great
Suffering.
I dread of what is to come,
I am fucking terrified
Because this involves us all.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
