Goodbye, World.

The night is full of whispers

Whisper to me

Remains of the day and what came to pass

All there was to see

A day so full of missing things

The birds in flight with broken wings

Happy people in a sorry plight

A war to win but no one to fight

All this while I was walking

So walk now with me

Ones who won’t get caught with the ones who can’t last

With such pain on smiling faces

Only cold in their embraces

Standing still while stuck in a motion

Losing feeling with growing emotion

Staying while having no devotion

And here we walk away

Turn away

Goodbye, World.

Reviews

[QC]

Wonderful flowage! It's truly great!

[Olive Belikov]

I really like this poem. It flows wonderfully. Good job!