Apocalypse.

Sat, 07/04/2020 - 21:05 -- Kbliss

People I love are dying

Friends and family leaving

I never got to utter goodbye

I can still hear all the sirens

mama was screaming

grandma was praying

this year was suppose

to be my junoir year

but all i see is panic rooms

not classrooms

i wish they would stop making us

sing and write verses that are suppse to be funny

i wish they would stop preaching

cause i can see my great-uncles wife's tears

we all know it's coming, all thats left is waiting

gradpa's back to the smokes again

and my pen and paper is my only peace

I can't shake that i'm next

it aleady feels like i'm in a coma

to scared to breath, to scared to eat.

grades droppin

i can see the dissapointment in peoples

swollen eyes

looks like everybodys tired of fighting

looks like everybody could you some sleep

nation going poor, gangs rising, so I really can't

rest.even my mama now has a closer

relationship to God.

Music it no longer sounds the same

I can't help that it will all soon be gone

that this is just the begging of the Apocalypse. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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