the end

yes this poem is dark and disturbed and above all a attempt at free form poetry~

swirling shades of black fill the sky
babies cry and the widows weep for their lost lovers
puddles of blood cover the street
smoldering ashes of the night befor burn as bright as the burning passion left for dead
we have fallen and crumbled into dust
time stood still and god left us to nothing ness
why am i not surprised?
the world is gone mankind is done....why am i not surprised?
i dont hate the ones who did this
(gave up here) if yall like it ill keep going but i think its a failure