The sun may one day set on man

For all the things done by his hand

Most of which are good and gay

But some which only wither or decay

A world once new, born from a star

The same observing from afar

As the mortals down below

Chaos, reap, and discord, sows

This star is worshipped for a time

Meager offerings and shrines

It doesn’t care for mankind’s gifts

As time revolves the sunlight lifts

Now ...

Yet is the word that can be used

For any moment that one will choose.

Yet is the word that leaves some hope

To those lost in its endless rope.

Yet is the word that catches one’s breath

As it alludes to a moment of death.

Yet is the word that tears shed upon it

During one’s grievance of life’s hit.

Yet is symbolic in its own way

Every situation getting a play

In how to properly share a messag...

On all the streets, the cars will honk

And crash and screech

While watchers gawk

And pigeons squawk

Thoughts try to speak above the din

Come out as shrieks

When louder wins

“That’s kinda cringe”

Yet it’s quiet in my alleyway, at break of day, I’d like to stay.

The buildings block the poison clouds

That hide the sun

Unseen by crowds

Used to their shrouds

Earning their name, homes scrape the s...