Wishful Slumber

I wake from this deep slumber
To walk these futuristic paths
Which seem brittle and darker
Than the green I trampled
I look at my lineage
And cast a glance to see
Such sordid sorrowful sights
On these dull sunken faces
Their hands hold metal trinkets
Whose iridescent lights
Barely bring colour to eyes
I wince as the air I breathe
Makes my lungs twist and cringe
I escape to the familiar forest
Only to see the jagged teeth
Of metal monsters cut through
My only safe sanctuary
Oh so deeply I wish
To escape into slumber again.



Poetry by Dhruv
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Written on 2018-12-01 at 16:44

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This speak very eloquently to me of the spiritual journey of North American First Nations. I feel the sudden awareness of loss never to be recovered and of pain never to be comforted. Very well written and extremely thought provoking.
2018-12-10


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Great poetry, Dhruv! Welcome to our, poetbay.
Ken (D Williams)
2018-12-01


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
This one feels like Cthulhu thinks has awaken but is actually dreaming another dream the dream that makes sure Cthulhu will remain at sleep(I 've been reading about Cthulhu those days that's why I thought of Cthulhu while reading your words)

The forest is something that existed before you but your garden is where you can plant more trees & flowers stay there for a while untill those metal monsters finish what they started then if it was me I would take some trees from my garden try to restore the forest to the best of my ability and then encourage others to do the same or ask for their help.

Thank you for sharing and welcome to poetbay!
2018-12-01