Nothing

The silk of sand

Filling my skin with warmth

With a sky of ocean blue, and a sun of forbidding heat

A lake holds empty water, and trees with broken leaves

Dry

The land is deformed, and living by only a string

A weak crack in the evolution of man

A torn stream in the river of time

I listen too carefully, for the hymn of a bird

A distant whistle of hidden life…

 

Nothing

 

So lonely the land is, with no hope of return

This waste, this abandonment is building on me, on my mind

I crave for a hit, a sound, a tune

 

Nothing

 

My clumsy feet make no patter, even on solid ground

The land is dying, as I am with it, this world is dying

Can you see?

Destruction is placed upon you, and you have a simple choice

But to choose it, you are flawed; you have no mind of your own

You lie to yourself with acceptance of right

But you have no right

You do not own this world

For it is a free spirit, a living one that you are demolishing,

Destroying before your eyes,

Do you feel it?

 

Nothing

 

It cries out to you in your sleep

But you only here silence, the bliss of hidden dreams

It does not sleep, it only weeps in hope that one day you will see

How much it suffers

With nothing but a lost face

You wonder the world alone

With no knowledge of why it is dead

Only that you did nothing

Nothing, and now it is too late

Too late for you

For the world

Can you feel it now...

 

Nothing

Reviews

[London]

This is beautiful and also really depressing, I love how people can use words to paint pictures like this Awesome work and keep writing!