How magnificent…
Full of life…
Built upon the demise…
Of so many lives…
Never valued…
Only used…
And abused…
Burned…
Disposed of…
Don’t they know…
The pains of loss…
I hurt all…
When I burn…
Carbon I
Posted: October 22, 2016 in PoetryTags: Abuse, Death, Despair, Nature, Pain, Science, Time, Violence
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