"What's Left of This World"A Poem by FaeryQueenots"What's Left Of This World" By: Khatoon Hazara There's something dark inside those clouds that always float above us Don't they seem ominous to you? Maybe he is a spy! As long as you are not afraid; I am not as well There is rain falling on top of us from above; those clouds seem to enrage us, don't they? The clouds are sprinkling us with adventure and danger; doesn't that sound exciting? Maybe it is a trap! He doesn't like us, does he; the rain? There seems to be an error in the way the clouds were formatted He can't be mad at us, can he? Maybe it is a law and we are breaking it! We could go to jail! I don't want to go to jail; you will save me, won't you? Wait a minute; if the clouds are mad at us, how do we cooperate ourselves in his faults? It is not our fault he is mad, is it? But what if it is our fault and we are just unaware of it? We are in danger then! Darling, won't you save me from my own insanity? You see I am drowning in the pit of my depth Yet... you are laughing I... amuse you, don't I? Look, the smile you give me is being reflected as you stare into my future with your eyes You can see now, can't you? I'm not exaggerating anymore, can't you tell? Look up; the clouds are smiling and the sun is no where in sight above us; she's finally grown tired The moon, however, came to see the show I am preparing for you when we get back But... we're both having way too much fun out here; where the city lights blink endlessly Aren't we?
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