Monthly Archives: September 2019

The Fires Around Us

World to ashes
but our feet still on ground
carrying burdens
cast to us by
a selfish and needy past,
leaving nothing unfound.

We are left
to prove the impossible
rebuild from the broken
fragments of life
grieve for realities forever lost
and whisper memories of another time.

Why couldn’t this be stopped?
Is a question on all our minds
when the easily forgotten answer
is because you chose to be blind.

Do nothing
and receive nothing in return.
The savage destiny
we have built for ourselves.
The Earth continues to decay
and we stare at the inevitable
refusing to understand fate.

Can you not see
the fire burning at your feet?
It doesn’t care who you are
or what you could become.
The fire will consume everything
until it is all gone.

In the End

Part I

The Earth has died, but we are still here. Living.

What has been left to us is dust. Clouds of it erasing the distance and swallowing horizons whole. We have covered the windows and taped all the seams, yet the smallest of particles still find their way in. Piling in the corners and ensnaring bits on our bare feet.

The Sun has become more powerful. There is no longer a layer to protect us from it’s blinding rays, the power of it’s ultraviolet light altering everything in it’s wake. Within the Day the rays stretch over the land, piercing anything unblemished; radiation consuming the ground. Not even the dust can save you.

We have become accustomed to the Night. Only then is it safe to wonder beyond a door, be it armed with a filter mask, layers of leather upon your skin, and a heavy knife. Never forget your knife.

The oceans are incubators, filled with the toxic aroma of death. The shorelines stretch deep into the land, extending miles beyond their said origins. Storms rage upon them for weeks at times, creating acid rains and winds that pulverize any remains among the abandoned cities.

Humanity once cared for one another. But that care has been replaced with fear. This fear is not like what our grandparents knew. It is ugly and traced with anger, confusion, and blame. No one wants to live in this world, but no one wants to die in it either. Yet we are the ones who made it this way.

In the Rain

This patter of rain
could lull me to sleep.
A warm dog at my feet
and the softness of a lantern light.
The night cooling with each drop.
I wish it to never stop.