Time passes, fear grows
All eventualities
Seep in like poison.
A façade of peace,
An underbelly of pain.
Two halves of one world.
Cracks begin to show.
Forked tails in elegant clothes
Eyes open to more.
Wide smiles show fanged teeth –
Hunched over those that still pray
Is your God alive?
Lands over the sea
We used to think they stood tall.
Now, all is falling.
I’m a Nihilist
For who could look at the world
And still have any hope.
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Author:
Anna Wakey29 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: NOTE: The artwork used alongside this poetry is my own work and not for redistribution or unlicenced use. I tried to use a technique I haven't ventured to use in my work: Haiku. Recently I have been taking a look at my spiritual / religious views and I realised that it isn't that I don't believe an ethereal being (or indeed just a different species, or 'whoever is running the simulation') created the universe, it was that I couldn't believe with the decay of simply everything that there wouldn't be some kind of intervention. If we were in a simulation, for example, surely whoever ran it would not want to see millennia of work self combust. I realised that I believe in a hell, to an extent. Alongside that, I believe 'God' is dead.
- Category: Haiku
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