Saturday, December 16, 2017

Untitled Poem By Dayna

This world,
I no longer understand.
I've always been Alien.
Old souls,
I could connect with.
As old souls die,
Soulless others seem to rise.
What happens,
When all the old souls die?
Will the world keep turning?
Will the rivers, rise & flow?
Will the sun keep shining?
Or will it crash?
Explosions of soulless,
Flames, burning remains?
Rivers flood, 
Clearing the Earth anew?
Existence of soulless,
Gone in the abyss?
Never to be born again?
Old souls begin again?
A new world to arise?
Given another chance,
To this time get it right?

Dayna McC

Thursday, December 14, 2017