My world.
Black skies.
Withering roses.
Destruction on every path.
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Hi Brooklyn - Thanks another well sructured and well written poem to make us think. V 1 & 2 My (Old) World - black - withering - destruction - raining - lightning struck - ablaze. A pretty grim picture Angel but alas one that many millions of people around the World would recognise. This poem could be a comment on the HAVES (Good World) and HAVE NOTS (Bad World) in today's polarised Society. In V 3 we have a sharp metamorphis MY NEW WORLD - happy - bright - sunny and friendly 'Don't know how it happened'. This poem leaves me with another question - can we oursleves be instrumental in changing a situation from Darkness to Light? 'It is bright - My world was dark - SO - My World went from Darkness to Light! The content is so so evocative - I score it a TOP TEN. Love you in Poetry - JOHN.
wonderful poem! it made me truly happy for you. wait to make a come back and turn things around for your outlook on life :)