Chaotic Beauty
The sky transitions from morning to night
Darkness fills around us like a blanket waiting to suffocate us
When we fall asleep we think that our troubles will go away
But when we wake up they pester at us even more
The sky transitions from day to night
The sky does not sleep
And neither do our troubles
So as the sky tansotions from night to morning
We face our problems head on
But everyday
Every hour, minute and second new problems appear
Our world is total chaos that will never be tamed.
poem by Megs Yea
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