The world is dead

The world is dead

A Poem by karmic

I see the sun trying to break away

from the loss of the day

the sky floods the floor with grey

whispers of the wind trying to pray

while the moon has nothing to say

 

I watch as the waves carries off the sea

as the clouds cry on me

 

I feel the earth starting to wake

sounding off with an earthquake

what it has given it starts to take

 

then it goes dark and nothing was said

the night took over and the earth was dead

© 2008 karmic


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