Hand in hand, we stand up high
Upon the cliffs that touch the sky
With rolling storms and violent thunder
And crashing waves that tear the earth asunder
The ground trembles beneath our feet
Covered with ash and snow and sleet
The sky above, several shades of red
Vermillion and crimson above our heads
We stand together on our burning stage
As harsh winds howl and fires rage
Fires meet blizzards and floods and war
And oceans spill past the vast seashore
Screaming, screeching, howling world
With chaos and darkness and danger unfurled
Hand in hand, we stand up high
And watch the world burn before our eyes.
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
