Numbers
Numbers
Numbers , an intricate design
A metaphorical thing that troubles most
And they include many signs
The ones who understand these boast
Numbers flicker by quickly
Incredibly fast, it’s blinding
Numbers draining out as swiftly
As they may be coming
An emptiness comes when they’re gone
It could be called poverty when zero
Or if the numbers go negative beyon’
And if someone could fix this, they’d be a hero
But this person hasn’t come to town
So now the rope shall go down
Written on December 10, 2020
Copyright © Dylan Ravenclaw | Year Posted 2020
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