Within me, lies less of a soul,
Within me, the void is ever whole.
Like a playful child tormented by the sunsets,
To these darkest hours, I pled the word “Forget”.
How did my radiance morph into blank?
How do my children stay sane amidst the fears?
This is an epic filled with no heroes, no glory,
Just of the time, a mother’s heart sank.
‘Twas normalcy as always,
The sunrises exploding from the null,
The rains blessing the evergreens,
The endless breeze combing the wild grass,
And the laboring men who earn their rest.
Then the words and whispers tickled the old earlobes,
The coming of our resident lunacy,
“It” was terror in more ways than one,
“It” was the dawn I wished had never begun
What is “it”?
This beast that speeds our time to oblivion,
This warden that turns homes into denied escapes,
Harmonizing living with hatchling laws,
And finding dominion within our dripping minds.
I watch as it becomes the new norm,
Tragedy taking shape in beautifully gruesome forms,
Sculpted and perfected to every part of its symmetry,
Taking existence by storm.
Its hands still loom,
Still waving in our despairing faces,
Still leading us into unknown places
“For Eternity? For a season?”
Is all I think of in the laps of its “graces”.
My children rest on mine,
Left to ponder away their fleeting time,
Asking once, asking always;
“Mother, have you sung your swan song?”
I hold no answers within my core,
And for the plaguing presence, I know no more,
But one painful truth feasts on me,
“I am Mother Earth, and I am a haven no more”.
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