Collision

How do I ,get to run and hide?
Or think I do..the man who flew thru.
The window and slapped you with the morning dew..

I'd stand back in wonder
Look up now look under the thunder clashing
People trashing the lightning strikes and decimates the forgotten ..the lighthearted down trotten

To scoff and be torn apart ,
For not thinking the same thoughts and calling it art
How do we part from childish scenes
It's like an dress ripped from the seams
It's ungodly unholy screams telling you
It's only a dream and we're really the a. Team
How we scheme, to fit in the plot of the oblivion gate.
It's structure in frail state ....maybe we need the escape

Nice poem .

NICE