Our world gone

NB: This is quite a sad poem, and its long, you will need to click the read more button to read it all, or on the title above,

A friend was telling me how one day she looked out her window and around her was fields and forest, then when she went to sleep and woke up, it felt like only a day had past and then it was a town, then when the forest was gone they all moved on and around her house now is mostly abandoned building and machines. I tried to imagine what that would be like, sleeping and waking and each day being scarier that the one before it.  Thats how this poem was written

Oh the forest, and the fields,
So green and ever lasting
So beautiful, so precious,
Full of colour, smells and sounds.

There are tall trees, short trees
Green trees and orange trees
There are leaves of many shapes
Nothing ever looks the same.

Then upon the night
We shut our eyes
We smile big and sleep very sound
For we remember all the beauty
That surrounds us all the time

Upon the morning
When the sun greets
We wake up to the crow
When we look out to breath slow
We discover our world gone

The fields, once green,
Now look dark, grey and bleak
So scary, so terrifying,
Full of sorrow and smells of death.

There are tall buildings, short buildings
All in shades of grey
They all sprout black lines
Everything looks just the same

Then upon the night
We shut our eyes
We cry till our body tires
And we sleep with memories
Of what was just yesterday.

Upon the morning
When the sun greets
We wake up to a loud crash
When we look out to breath slow
We discover our world gone

The forest, once lush
Now just a pile of stumps
So scary, so terrifying.
Full of sorrow and smells of death

There are tall machines, short machines
All different shades of yellow

The all make loud noises
They all make the sky just the same
Then upon the night
We shut our eyes
We cough till our body tires
And we sleep with memories
Of what was so long ago

Upon the morning
When the sun greets
We wake up to deathly silence
When we look out to breath slow
We discover our world gone

The forest once lush,
Speaks death now all in stumps
The fields, once green,
Now look dark, grey and bleak

There are tall buildings short buildings,
Tall machines, short machines
All different of shades of death
The sit quietly, abandoned
The people long since left

Then upon the night
We shut our eyes
We wait till our body tires
And with a final cry, and forever
We goto sleep trying to remember
What was it like before yesterday.

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1 Comment »

  1. Sandy Said:

    Hi Matty,
    You write sad but really beautiful poetry.
    I was scared like you and my daughter paid for my fare to come to Australia for a few weeks..I have 3 more weeks here before I come back to Christchurch.
    I love the name you called your kitty..
    Remember people do care and you only have to ask if you need help as there is always someone that will help you.
    Be Safe Matty..Cheers from Sandy.


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