Caleb Pendleton · Feb 6, 2011
scorched and forsaken

shush,
quiet,
silence
now

now,
we wait.

we calm our bodies,
freeze our eyes,
stop our hearts,
and

listen.

we exist in a
bubble,
staring out
at the world
for a moment,
and it’s not
beautiful

the people of the world
are greedy and ignorant

the forest are charred
and bloody stumps

the oceans are full of
the dead and the dying

the future and the past
mean nothing

shush,
quiet,
silence,
now.

now,
we listen,
trying to find
a reason,

any reason,

to preserve it,
to maintain it,
to keep living,
amongst this
hell man has
brought to
earth

 
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