The World Is Hurting.

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My world, the world, a nation
One that I built with my blood as cements
and my fears as blocks my tears as the water for mixing
and my body as the mixer

My world is hurting
the synagogue I built is crumbling
my hope is completely shattered
my dreams are in complete ruins

My world has fallen on me
it has incured a wound that can't be cured
the cuts from the ruins
run deep into my soul
my arteries are going bust
the vessels in my head are screaming to get out

I regret treading on the forbidden path
I was blind to the signals
I turned deaf ears to warnings
Am now in the middle of nowhere
a place where the only sound I hear
is the drum of doom the cries of help

My world hurts because I did the forbidden
my world hurts because I went to the sacred place of extinction
and me realizing I finally accept that my world is hurt
and not only has it been hurt it bleeds cries
and is sinking into eternal oblivion

My world is hurting,
yet I do not want to be saved
because I feel it should end the pain
the pain I had in for years

My world is hurting
but I feel excited because it's all ending
I am experiencing such sweet sorrow

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.