'Round and 'Round

Dizzy

The world goes ‘round and ‘round

The ones suffering most never making a sound.

Perhaps they’re too innocent to notice the disaster

Or perhaps they do not care at all, their heart made of plaster.

 

Is that what your heart is really made of, my dear?

As you turned a deaf ear?

You ignored my pleas begging you to stay

And left me standing in the rain with nothing to say.

 

It doesn’t matter anymore, though

As I sit here and watch the blood flow.

My copper liquid intermingles with others

The screams that are piercing are very soon smothered.

 

I miss you, I miss you, I sing with my last breath.

Bet you weren’t expecting this to end in death.

I wasn’t either, I must admit

But it’s easier this way, to submit.

 

The world still goes ‘round and ‘round

Despite the troubling growing mound

Of the people who were left by people

 And gave up, their hearts too feeble.

Author's Note

Just tell me your thoughts. I like to hear what people got out of the poem :)

Reviews

[Ireca]

Great poem!

[Captivating Ink]

Thank you!

[Kaylyn]

I like this poem. It's really sad but pretty.

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Thanks :)

[Soul Fire]

Very interesting.Very well done. I enjoyed it

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Thank you!

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

I really loved this!! in fact I loved it so much I added it to my library!
It's super sad but just superbly real and true. The ryme and rythme fit in superble as well. I rly rly loved the round and round parts they fit in just perfectly to me

[Captivating Ink]

Thank You! :) I'm super glad you liked it!