Masks

What we are doing in this world, is fucked up. We are ruining everything.

We are not more than

meaningless

predators

trying to take everything we

can

in our hurricaine of

self-destruction

Taking

what's left of others

as an attempt

to complete

our own desires

What we do not know

is everything we touch

shatters 

and falls apart

That's why 

the sun no longer bursts

the trees no longer dance

the sea no longer tells it's stories

the animals no longer sing

That's why we lie

and hide

our

fed up eyes

and trembling lips

behind an ugly mask

of 

sweet perfume

and whitened teeth

In the night its not the wind that howls

it's all the broken souls in the world

you hear

synchronised

afraid

that the sun won't shine another day

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your combination of stark imagery and philosophy in this piece...
and the last stanza...i will not hear a howling wind the same ever again...the broken souls synchronized ...
yes.

[Jasmijn]

Thank you so much for your kind words!

[Najam Us Saher]

Words of despair...very well expressed.