Along with my body...

The world is crashing down

Before me

I am counting a time

And space

As I try to breath

The image of them

Makes my heart race

Where butterflies used to be

Is replaced with a piercing pain

In my side

No tears come down

This face of mine

My mind process the news

I shall get over the news

Just like any stab in the heart

It’s nothing new

For a dreamer like me….

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Your logic in the poem is true. We must not allow the negative news to slow us down. I believe won't take much to fix this world. One day the people of this world will work as one to rid the world of poor leaders. I pray next election. The people of the USA remember the foolish house and Senate who can't decide nothing. Vote for people who care for education and common sense. Us dreamers must hold on to hope. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote