Milomi's world

This is a poem about someone sitting on a swing and pondering upon the wonders of life.

High and low

Up and down

Breathe in, breathe out

It goes on and on

And I know that every time it will always be

Rise and fall.

I know that I will fall

It might not bruise me

Or make me bleed

But I will fall one day

And so will life.

I don’t know when

For my mind refuses to take a peek into the future

And insists on keeping up

With the constant pace

Of time.

But I know that one day

Everything will be reduced to dust

The books we’ve read

The things we’ve seen

The places we’ve been

All we’ve heard

And all we’ve made

Will no longer make sense

And will no longer exist.

Maybe something new will coalesce

From a broken civilisation

Maybe something new will arise

But we will be forgotten.

Earth will be bound to oblivion

Into a state of remaking memories

Rewriting history

Reliving life.

Written by

Milomi.