Sneaky footsteps fell with mighty crash landings.
Bombs drop every advance.
Devastation left behind.
Following your every wake.
Glimpsing the chaos, continue to walk by.
Chalkboard dusted with filth.
Rattling cages waiting to be opened.
Unsated hatred finally left to reek.
Seeking unsettled businesses.
You wish to defeat.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
