Nov 2013
Red rubber band,
World in your hand.
Day by day,
It decays.
Its time will come.
An elastic gun
For fun? Perhaps,
Until it snaps.
Left on the floor,
Worth nothing no more.
Red rubber band.
World in your hand.
Day by day,
It decays.
Its time will come.
An elastic gun
For fun? Perhaps,
Until it snaps.
Left on the floor,
Worth nothing no more.
Red rubber band.
One of my first (ever) poems, which when looking back at it could represent the world crisis, global warming, etc. I promise I intended none of that however
