lonelynature

Ice caps are melting,

According to the news,

Which I’ve stopped reading,

Because I don’t want to hear about the

Melting ice

Underneath the polar bears feet,

Not when I see enough

Protest after protest,

chant after chant. 

I watch and listen

as people continuously fight for their rights.

But the fighting should’ve been over

on July 4th, 1776

when it was declared that

golden like the sun

blooming in the spring

till they turn to fuzz

flying in the wind. 

what our parents call weeds

what we called flowers when we were young. 

seems like such a sweet song

I write to shut out the world.

I want to get lost in my own worlds 

Not thinking about life and what’s happening in the world right now.

I write to escape to a whole new world where I have control of everything.