Our worlds hourglass...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
About our world.
*note: the last section of the poem should look like an hourglass if it doesn't I apologize.

Submitted: April 02, 2008

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Out in the parking lot

several rounds would sound

screams would be heard

and you'd never hear a bird.

Out in the parking lot

poor mama heard a bang

no there is no more of her

no, she'll never speak again.

Out in the parking lot

we move in silent haste

run if want to live

these moments aren't for waste


Out in the parking lot we've heard many things

we've seen many sights and heard many bangs

we've lost those we trust

we've lost those we loved

They say it is just there

we say its everywhere

they say to just get out

that we could live without


...........But our horrid little parking lot is as safe as you can be...........

..............Out here things are expected, and you can still be free............

................Out there death is rejected, pain and sickness too...........

...............But why do you all belive them?.............

...............All that is the real truth..........

.....................someday...............

.................the..........

.............world.......

...............will know that it is............

..............running out of time and that the end is near..........

.................someday everyone will wander about in overwhelming fear........

................for now I watch the hourglass and I watch the sand drop knowing..........

that our worlds time is coming to a stop. so, listen if you want to our world is eighter gone or going.




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