The World is Gone,
Consumed in Time.
Suffering, Greed, and Torment,
Dawn unto others.
We burn in a hellish nightmare.
No rescue from the fate we face.
Though we still embrace
All disgrace.
Our time does not come.
We wait, and wait.
Death will not succumb
Though our screams drum.
A light,
Ignites.
High, past the sky.
We Have no flight.
We Crawl,
Trip and Fall.
Through fires,
Lost in Desire.
Desire for the time we once had.
It makes us sad.
We plead,
Hear our creed.
Keep the time,
You hold dear.
For when you loose it,
You end up here.
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This is pretty. It has some nice images and a great rhythm. I feel the extra commas disrupt the flow but otherwise it's good advice and a pleasant poem to read
~Diana
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Thank You.
I use commas a lot. Especially, when, they`re, not, necessary. A bad habit of mine. Thank You, I really have no background to writing poetry. I mostly love to write stories, although most times I find it hard to stay on one topic.
-Kieran
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