The cackling heat sets ablaze on the
yellow field
They’re heads lowered and turned in the
opposite direction where grey clouds loom
They must prepare their stalk to root a
firm grip into the earth so that maybe
Just maybe — they’ll survive this storm
This storm so familiar yet a stranger at the
same time
Perhaps, a hurricane in disguise?
The heat is quickly approaching and
ashes are burning darker
Surely this storm will bring relief to their
burnt petals like a cleansing for the bad
memories
But it feels so distant, unreachable, cold
They feel the red as it blurs their vision
and licks a hot path up their thin backs
I’m hoping it will swallow them whole until I
can finally burst out of this oblivion
The sky is clearing and they’re drifting
away with the thick smoke
It was not a hurricane in disguise but a
false god hallucinating hope
And wherever the wind chooses to take
them, I pray that my final resting place is
with them
- n.n.b
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Author:
writteninthestars (
Offline) - Published: December 1st, 2021 22:14
- Comment from author about the poem: I just want to scream.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
thanks for sharing,
try looking-up, 'The Scream'
by Edvard Munch
maybe even, plan a weekend getaway
to Oslo, and visit the collection
in person
it might be, somewhat cathartic
just a thought, a mere sample
at how: even our despair
can be utilised
to bring something productive
in-to our life...
'we can always: Choose
to no longer
be, such easy targets
to the inevitable
and hope crushingly, abundant
consequences and happenstances
in our lives'
So poignant and I especially loved the last stanza.......
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