I broke and the world just shifted into silence. Like when denial is still the alternate of fear. Maybe that’s just called hope. My life was the moment when the toddler Broke his toy. He sits there and thinks Trying to figure out what he’d done. But then comes the storm, Point B in this equation. Something so small But something that’s ever so big. Little collusions equal catastrophic disasters. You can’t always see them coming. But even an ant is a life And that one just died. Pac Man gives you 3. How many do you get before you officially die?
That's put together really nicely!
As a poet, I can say that this is very well put together and interesting. It is able to portray what it wants to with abstract ideas that are easily understood by everyone without being too simplistic or overly complicated. It has a great balance. I love it.
I like the abstract emotion! Have you ever written others?
@grimsnightmare thank you thats what i go for and yes ive probably written a 1,000+. If you or anyone else that wants to take a look at them or some of my other works you can find it on Wattpad or WritersCafe. My user is Noting Society. Wattpad has some of my older stuff and WritersCafe is more new things like this