Least Read World Poetry Day Poems

The bigger the pile, the bigger the hole.
On a space rock, fighting with knives while we argue over souls.
I’ve got a creeping feeling telling me the things I see will never change.
But someone told me the only promise you get, is nothing stays the same.
     The bad days can make it hard to see the sunlight shining through.
The sky can be in any color you life, red purple or blue.
So you can call your shrink and tell them how you’re sweating/begging for a change.
But what will you do, when they look at you and say “nothing ever stays the same”.
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