The Elm tree

Sitting here by the Elm tree
I feed myself biscuits and tea
Feel so helpless it can’t be
My soul feels hollow, it’s empty

Mirror, mirror show me, me
What has happened it can’t be
Is it really a piece of reality?
This delusional world lacks clarity

People crying, people dying
Living in prostitution and poverty
Mirrors breaking, hearts too
A fool’s paradise a misery

Spaces places everything colliding
Thought and action at war,
Boundaries merged and non confiding
Everything’s just a blur

Confusion rages and so does anger
Every man for himself
I stand here by the elm tree
Looking on in dismal spell

Curses , blows bombs are falling
Everything going Pell-mell
I stand here I feel dizzy
This horrible sickening smell

The smell of blood on the streets,
There out to klill all
I will be the first victim
For I don’t care anymore

I know this is an abrupt ending
But not everything has to be complete…