"uncertancy" poems
Last night I sat awake in bed
thinking of the stars.
Of the world so big, and I
so small.
A tear or two escaped my eyes;
I realized how little I was.
How evil the world really was.
Homocides, murders, cruelty, war
Hate, and fear, and uncertancy
How can I survive, if I'm only little me..?
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC