the world

i don’t remember

the world feeling quite so fragile

the shakiness of every spin

the doom

the gloom

the anxiety of every room

the distorted faces

of miserable people

why have our lives

become a living tomb

the human ruin

broken hearts

and empty lives

that never seem to arrive

a dying planet

spining blue and green

against eternity

a garden

a snake

a flower

a bloom

love becomes hate

time ticks

the slow motion kill

sadly for us

time will not wait

when our moment goes still

— patty

art by smeccea

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