this world so disturbed the faint blades of grass
could have seizures. familiar sight it’d be.
this world so caught up with itself it left
dead roots ever reaching for the water.
such a pitiful sight, those upturned trees.
walking numb past strangers wearing glass masks
of sameness to fool me, pretend they are
my friends, but I know better than to think
such silly things. this world becoming a
small black box with pretty jewels to trick us.
this world so disturbed we’ve all lost our minds,
such thievery, but we stand with arms up
willing to share anything. it takes our
hopes, dreams, everything and swallows it whole.
taken, leaving us to search evermore
all over this dying, beautiful world.