Aftermaths & empty chairs

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 14, 2017


i
see it
everywhere –
you can’t close
your eyes
when death
sleeps in
your bloodstream.

the news –
relentless;
ashes can’t be
reborn.

i
dig graves
and bury flowers
where you would
have walked.

i
make tea
and set the table,
mourning that
we cared for some
but not for all.

no matter how
loud,
no matter how
piercing,
it’s not about
me
or even
you.

each attempt,
each call to action
rotates around
the Earth,
then disintegrates
and we remember
nothing,
nobody.

i
shout
on sidewalks,
on intersections,
on interstates.
why are we
still
walking?
What are we
walking
toward?

why is
no one
listening?

pay attention
pay attention

(please)

but my efforts
fall flat,
they ingest
themselves.

i
am a soul
without a
backbone
and i

am tired
of trying
to fill
this

void.

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  • 9 months ago

    by Purple Raven

    I love the structure of ths poem. It was very easy to read. I fully understand the way you feel, as i feel this way everyday. There is so much hate in this world and all we need is love. I think all we can do is spread the love.

  • 10 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Achingly sad, but I always try to remember that the love still ouweighs the hate in this beautiful world :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 10 months ago

    by Em

    I am speechless and can't say anything else that hadn't been said just wow

  • 10 months ago

    by Brenda

    Wow! Such a relevant write about today's world. So well done-

  • 10 months ago

    by Michael

    Simply amazing piece :)

    Michael x :)

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