Quarantined
A song of hope
has withered; has died.
Its verses have have shriveled up-
escape has been denied.
A lyric, once sought
is left untried-
for the preachers' sermons
we once hated with distrust
has finally left us beguiled.
We: a forest fire
Like fire we consume what surrounds us
unaware or unsympathetic?
of the damage we cause
and the impact we leave behind,
destroying innocence
and destroying our lives.
Unspoken
Left uncovered are the things
which should have never been.
While covered are the things
that should have been seen
shared, discussed
and addressed.
Assemble & Disassemble
Once taken apart
and now pieced back together
unintelligible thoughts & actions
are what do not matter.
They teeter and totter
and turn the world into chaos
until no one remembers
how to live with no drama,
until peace disintegrates
and every little thing goes asunder.
The Year of
The year of distrust
of emotions going amiss.
No time to reconcile with old fears
for new fears spread wide.
What seemed so important
& what seemed so distasteful
are now not remembered-
as they are important no longer.
This year of rights wronged.
This year of "freedom taken away".
Let the fierce waves of Mother Nature
erase all this nonsense.
Make way.
Aged
Once new, unused and shiny
but time -a condition, almost enemy-
slowly using and marking.
A scratch turns into a crack-
fillings are exposed
slowly emptying-
no longer useful.
About the Creator
Verity Greene
I love writing dark fantasy/ imagery poetry.
instagram.com/flawed.changeling
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