Lightning
I let the lightning strike
For to suffer a death
that is exciting
and full of life
Is a far more
pleasurable option
Than to suffer a life
full of want
and nostalgia for
that which never was
Because as I
Looked into his eyes
Searching mine
It broke my heart
To tell him
He would not find
What he was searching for
In my bones
For the marrow
Had been sucked out
Long ago
This poem is about:
Our world