Question

poem critic and let me know what you think

Answer 1

I broke and the world just shifted into silence.
Like when denial is still the alternate of fear.
Maybe that’s just called hope.
My life was the moment when the toddler
Broke his toy.
He sits there and thinks
Trying to figure out what he’d done.
But then comes the storm,
Point B in this equation.
Something so small
But something that’s ever so big.
Little collusions equal catastrophic disasters.
You can’t always see them coming.
But even an ant is a life
And that one just died.
Pac Man gives you 3.
How many do you get before you officially die?