The World Is Falling

I recently had a short fit of dark poetry, this title is about finding myself once again in a dark place before asking myself a very important question, Where will I find myself?

The world is falling,

Crushing around my garden,

The one where you discover yourself.

Look there in the waters,

Tell yourself,

Is what you see what you are?

Are those your gazing eyes?

Or the horrific sights around you?

The trees burning, the sky falling.

The noose around your throat clinging so tight.

Look back at the water,

Where will you find yourself next?  

Reviews

[C.]

This is really cool. Definitely makes you think.