Fear
The sky is black,
The clouds are blue,
The sun is crimson,
And life is bleak.
In this world that we live in
We live in fear,
Not of what’s going on
But of what we don’t know.
The world revolves around paranoia
Unseen evils lurking about,
No one trusting another
For fear of being backstabbed.
The sky is black
The clouds are blue
The sun is crimson
And life is bleak.
I can see why people distrust though
Only because there are shady people,
Those who try to manipulate
-their way through life,
Not considering the people they hurt.
The world,
Is most definitely not a perfect place,
Yet we must adapt
If we wish to survive this hellish life.
The sky is black
The clouds are blue
The sun is crimson
And life is bleak.
This poem was written by Adrian Whelan on Apr 17, 2008.
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