The world I want it to be!

 

Blood is coursing lips are trembling

Hands are shaking legs are numb

World is fading words are falling

People staring no one caring

 

Walking tall sinking low

Faces blurred memories faint

Words are shooting

Canvas is blank

 

Colours are swirling

Shapes are bouncing

Piecing together

The world of tommorow

 

My little canvas shaped my way

Colours from my eyes

And how i see

This is my little world how i want it to be.

Reviews

[jainendra nagar]

nic

[Domo]

I love this poem also. Your way with words is very different than others, and that is a good thing. It's better to be an icon than a duplicate