Poetry in motion*

Spinning words in my head

Incoherant

They

Don't

Want

To sit on the same lines

To make the same sentences

Why do we do what we do

Every day

Every hour of every day?

Why is it so hard to live?

As the words flow onto the paper

Do they empty themselves out of my head?

They feel like a part of me

Of my soiled mind

So can I not reach out

And grab them back?

Can I never use these words

These phrases

Again?

Why does living

Destroy us?

Why do wars start?

What goes on

In the twisted heads of those

Evil people.

I don't understand

Do you?

Can you see inside their minds?

Can we brainwash the human race

Please?

So that we know the truth.

If god is good

Why do we fight so many wars over Him?

Surely He wouldn't want that

Surely he couldn't want that

He can't let suffering go on like that

But we have the choice

It is us that pollute the world

Not him

It's not his fault

We are the evil

And we are the creation

Gone wrong

What can we see in the future of the world?

Nothing.