BROKEN WORLD Part 4 Other world series
Sometimes I think to much,Looking out across the bay.
Wondering if its night or day,
pondering on fates final plan.
There's no majestic bowing of the trees,
No singing birds.
No humming bees,
There couldn't be without the trees.
Who destroyed this world,
No one left to say.
Sometimes, Just sometimes,
I can almost hear the children play.
Did my species leave this concrete hell;
No foliage left an empty shell.
To fall asleep and dream is my only sin,
Its when awake my nightmares begin.
Head slumped downwards,
As I tread wearily down the street.
A single tear starts to form I glance up,
Then glance down towards my feet.
Many years have passed me by,
I pause then start to cry.
I thought years ago my tears dried up,
As though washed from an empty cup.
Uncontrollable I begin to weep,
Still looking down I glance back.
Yes I didn't imagine a sign of life;
A blade of grass growing,
Through a concrete crack.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-09-24 at 14:42
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