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.
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Comments3
Great read. Well written. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much ☺️
It is the last stanza that hold the power of this poem for me. It is self evident and who can argue yet some do. Very nicely written
Thank you ☺️
You are most welcome
Definitely had enough of haikus. More interested in content here.
Much thought over the years on the Big Topics, and have reached the conclusion that all speculation is useless (and that is after much of same, from my existence, death the whole damn thing). Any halfway dip into the subject of cosmology should sort much of that out, and as for the rest “We’re here because we’re here” covers any loose ends.
I have to agree! I wrote this for a contest on another site, normally I just tend to sit in a shadowy corner scowling and watching the world swallow it's own tongue while it endures the seizure that will cause it to crumble (ironically swallowing your tongue is impossible in a seizure). Fully agree, there is no point spending ones life asking why we're here, just endure it and get through 😂
What are we doing agreeing?😂 This does not look like a promising future!🤣
Above all, look after yourself.☺️
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