Genos_The_Pom

At noon i knew it was not right

Once filled with hope and love and light

The blackened pavement of my street

Now has nothing to see in sight

Without toys it wasn’t complete 

A hundred words is a lot 

A hundred degrees is very hot

When you rob hundred dollars from a bank, you get caught

When you go a hundred miles into space you have become an astronaut 

The blank walls shine like the ones at a pearly bank

The floors on wood where so much has withstood

I down the halls I take a chance and glance

Even though we couldn’t stand it any longer, it has made me stronger

As I rolled like cinnamon onto the ruff turf, 

My shoe hit my other shoe like cars on a freeway,

Causing myself to be in an accident.

Even though I knew people were crying, 

I could only hear nothingness.

I stood as still as water in the doorway,

As the room grew smaller.

Your ghost greeted me in your Home Depot Office chair.

As it was being squashed by someone wearing all black.