When
Every step, Every breath, They chase you, Sudden death
Is this it? We wonder, We cant know, We hide
The glass-like void of silence fills our veins
As we listen to the cries of our brains
Run. The ground rumbles again
They follow you everywhere
They feed off your lost sleep
Run. The ground rumbles again
She jumped in front of the car
She begged to die
The schools are closed
Another butterfly
But we carry on
And we hide from our homes
In an attempt to escape the inevitable
The inexplicable
What else can be done
When you cant even trust
The ground beneath your feet
Such a dreaded bed of dust
We now know fear
Like never before
But we will stand together
And we will carry on
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.