What if it was a world of words

And writers their disguise Some traitorous tirade of tongeu twits torrentially pouring their page on their hearts Some surprise I am the largest collection of leaves Be leaf me Wither the spoon Killed with a knife’s Thrust never gave me the push What if gravity decided to let go Some would twist like thinnest thread in tendrils of terror Pity seldom used Justice lies beneath a tarp slowly gathering dust Hope has changed to less Love no longer shared Heroes stopped their fight