Poem: Falling into Pieces

By: Khristen Jenica A. Pulumbarit

It was lonely,

I felt the ending of the world around me,

panicking, most likely crying,

I didn’t know what to do,

Standing there alone like a statue.

Seeing people suffer,

While some use their power,

Corruption is taking over,

Humans and their eyes are still covered.

Our world is slowly falling,

The weather is confusing,

Scientists are protesting,

Aren’t you curious what is happening?

Everything is slowly crumbling,

Yet nobody is acting,

Act now or regret,

It’s now a choice between life or death.