I am the unknown,
free soul of the cyclone,
the spirit so well known,
and I wish you have groan.
I'm the little thought inside your head,
little angel of your insanity,
creepy whisper of the unsaid,
the one off our reality.
I am the one under your bed,
seeing your dreams of self-destruction,
the one you will wish you have heard,
when the world goes off the overproduction.
I am your thought off the abyss,
the hidden nightmare ignored,
the soon to be miss,
of your home, the world exploded.
Close your eyes this night,
ignore me once again tonight,
I'll be waiting to be heard,
the last to be heard word.
Author notes
Well, here I try to express in words that little instint, whisper in our heads, that thing that tell us we are ending with our world and we ignore saying "Well, it's not happening now and I can do what I want". I really can't understand why we can see we are killing ourselves... but oh, well, ignore the unknown... you will perish...
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Nicely written! best of luck! and thanks!
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great message!
this poem was very tight. i enjoyed the read highly beautifully penned, keep writing 
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Niice
I really like the message in this poem the feeling of impending doom and the thought that it's following you everywhere cause its true.
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Excellent flpow to this I do not know if all the words are there yet but I think this is one hell of a good start Keep it up!!!!!
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