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INSIDES ARE DARK

 

INSIDES ARE DARK

At the verge of emptiness

The insides of my gut wrench

The beats of my heart scream

And the impulses in my head suffocate running through all of my neurons

All through my body

The atoms of my skin explode and the electrons move to their clouds

Nobody is ready to witness it all

Nears ones faded into the dark of my eyes

The care and love and empathy all sucked into the warm hole

For there is to come an apocalypse 

Nobody is ready to witness it all

The water of the lake frozen

The flow of waterfalls reversed

The trees stop growing

Insects lost their pace

Sadness prevails

The lights have lost their switches

Keys lost their bowls

Corn growing in the fields like

Only thing can't be stopped

Those fields remind me

Of the nights we stared in

To the clouds and moon and stars and objects in the sky

Very unknown to the destiny to come by 

And say hello

For us all to fall

Nobody was ready to witness it all


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  1. Very good post. You have penned down a nice poem about insides are dark. Keep up the good work.

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