Pitch Black

Surrounded by pitch black

hoping the monster won’t come back

I hear its names society

It stops many lives entirely

This beast so corrupt

Causing people to deconstruct

I guess the world is just out of luck

Because society has struck

Everyone's world seems to fall apart

And now they're just left with a broken heart



This poem is about: 
Our world


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