Poems About the Environment
Back and forth,
As a constant pull
Of the moon on earth,
which drew me far.
Unaware of time,
You work like temptation.
Souls like yours produce money and smoke.
Your laugh is a trigger for gun shots,
The silence surrounds,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
I hear the delicate hands move,
Much like my own,
My thoughts are killing me,
my dreams are haunting me.
My body is covered,
with hundreds of scars.
Daddy told me when I was 8 "You'll make mistakes"
Indeed he was right, I've learned mine in the 9th grade