Distractions: A Book of Poetry

Poems that I've written


63. Combustible

Everything is glowing like Xmas, but there are no


Presents, there is only the


Looming cloud of death, hanging


Over us all, casting a gruesome


Shadow that no one can escape.


It reaches out a single hand, resting its fingers


On the earth. Suddenly,


Nothing exists anymore.

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