todays poetry

 I’m waiting for a ship to come,
While standing in the middle of a desert.
I’m trying to breath,
While walking on a different planet.
I’m over thinking everything.


This world is not even close to being fair.
This world has no justice in it.
Either you go bad and rotten like everyone else,
Or come stand next to me and wait for the never arriving ship. 

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