90 seconds to midnight

DeadRose

And so, i will turn my face to the sun once more. 

Hello world, programmed to forever run

In forever loops and complex patterns

 

Morning - dawn,  i shall seek the warmth of the  sun. 

For the sun, my sun, every morning i shall open the windows 

And let the fresh air in, life, blessings, 

Appreciate what i have and have not.

I shall spend my morning tending to my roses.

 

By midday i shall see my country slowly burn

And i don't particularly mind. I will continue to water my dusty red flowers, 

catch ladybugs, harvest raspberries, read, and dance. I shall be unchanged in my ways.

Scared? No. this is a concept that I am foreign to, since i had the liberty

of witnessing nations rise and fall from afar.

I have never seen my own country engulfed in fire. 

 

90 seconds to midnight my fate shall be sealed and locked in a box,

Sent for the stars, sent away. And all i shall do is watch.

I shall watch the flames of hatred consume and burn every last person off this earth

Flames fueled by every man, woman, and child

pure newfound hatred for the other, the other, oh the other. 

‘They are not us, they spew lies and falsehood, 

Because we cannot change their views, we must destroy them’

they speak with the lack of the sun's warmth and guidance,

neglectance to perceive. they crave peace by destruction.

 

At midnight,

The people will burn. 

And they will burn everyone.

Everyone until there is no one left so

all they must do, is live with what they have done, or burn themselves.

 

Morning brought with sunlight no more.

My roses, my sunlight - The only casualty i shall miss.

for I've been told now to keep quiet. to stay silent.

 

'to grieve

is the same as

painting a target

Upon yourself.'


regardless of the ends, I shall plant new roses, 

the sun will be back, perhaps once more.

wait 4 years, four years

and I shall hold on to that notion.

for 90 seconds I shall have the sun once again.


And so, i will turn my face to the sun once more. 

Hello world, programmed to forever run

In forever loops and complex patterns.

 

  • Author: DeadRose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2024 15:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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