Forgotten Essential Nutrients

The sounds meld

The sights fly by fast

Millions upon millions of personalities

Unseen, go unheard, forgotten, left unattended

The car acted as our shield

From the rain, from them

Larger or further between the drops

It all was dependent on which lane…

We weaved back and forth to avoid it, purposely

Unconsciously;

They went by, the sounds and sights went by….

Growing past speed’s frightful limit

They blew right by; almost unnoticed

 

All the personalities

All the sights

All the gorgeous sounds

Each with a distinct quality of their own

Each beckoning for my special attention

Start to meld with each other

Start to form into a large cluttered puddle

Puddle of left behind emotions

To most~ fungus’ cradle

The rattling of the seat buckle

…

Queued my thoughts

In order, thinking, imagining wooden musketeers being mass produced

One at a time, one more bullet at a time

One jolt at a time

Hits the right side of my head

I was asked if I was fine

But without answering

I continued to be entranced within this numb-like phase

This belonged to me; this was only mine to experience; I continue to say

Starvation, stress, uneasiness

There’s however

Food, so close, but we persecute toward its rottenness 

Unnatural conditioning, but this I now notice

So I end

Mourning the forgotten;

In my own way

 

I

Gaze at the waves of rain haze

Blurring the sights

Diluting the sounds

Diluting the emotions

Slowly banishing the forgotten beauty

It took this to force me to notice the ever continuing manmade atrocity

It took; this rainy day…

To notice that nature will forever cry or dissipate all together

Because we just pass, right on by

Reviews

[raining]

millions die as the end times approach, encroaching upon our awareness, things we are afraid of because it is massive and yet personal, we all get to die, no one left out of that by the way. This poem really is good, you maintained the voice all the way through and stayed right on topic as well. I like the dialectic between the metaphores of rain and the "millions". Unless I read it wrong. You don't waste words but use them simply, voice wise I think ,.. Anyway, thanks raining