Rain and Everything Else

Just a little fear of alcohol

What has become of this world?

That we flee from what cannot hurt us,

Yet we flock to what can?

-7211

Author's Note

I would not really call this a poem. I just like to babble with verbal scribbles.

Reviews

[TieDyed]

These words made me think... I had to break them down word for word to give it meaning! Here is my interpretation;
-"What has become of this world?"
Pretty much "what is going on??"
-"That we flee from what cannot hurt us,"
We are fearful... We shy from happy things.
-"Yet we flock to what can?"
But we turn to things that destroy us.
And this goes back to asking "why is this?"

[Linear]

Oh its a poem allright, and very well put

[EqualRhyme]

like it, very true