Melancholy

November 2, 2017
By Zoom7 PLATINUM, Joliet, Illinois
Zoom7 PLATINUM, Joliet, Illinois
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Living in a place full of despair.
Were tears sound trumpet's.
Were screams echo off the walls.
Were shadows lurk to take all things.
Were anger comes like lava.
I live in a place full of despair.
Were the grounds cracked open bleeding air.
Were stalagmites fall creating a cage.
Were the sun hides from the moon.
Were hot coals turn black with a single word.
I live in a place full of despair.
Where no one smiles for miles.
Were with every word comes a tear.
Were people rule ungratefully.
Where it’s a competition of who's louder.
I live in a place full of despair.
Were maniac's go on a killing spree.
Were bad news being all you hear.
Were gun fire becomes normal.
Were every other place has had a bomb.
I live in a place full of despair.
Were death becomes a second nature.
Where there is a blood shed to paint the ground.
Where there is enough hate to cause a world to end.
I live in a world of despair.


The author's comments:

I write to use my constantly neverous mind, I write dark poems without thought and happy poems take up my time.


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