Ash and Rubble

Fri, 02/22/2019 - 01:57 -- M.S.C.

Let’s pretend there was a time where life was always easy

where love never became a war,

and hope would never leave me.

 

What does it look like?

 

How does it feel

to never be afraid

 

What I would give to live like that

for just one peace filled day.

 

My world is ash and rubble

ground into my knees as I crawl 

on the cracked dirt road on my way 

to somewhere better

 

My world is mercurial

uncertain, ill-defined 

when each day blends into another

I can only think of all I left behind

 

For a better life…

that’s what they say

 

For a better life…

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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