(a poem in Haiku and Senryu)

Draw a stick figure
future - sadly diminished
and chaos ransomed.

Paint the landscape
with the sweltering glare
of global warming.

Add micro-plastic
and forever chemical
flavorings to taste.

Come share this
with me - let kisses heal and
soft whispers inflame.

Some locks need two keys
to open, some heavens can
be reached by mortals.
.
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A song for this:
All Gone Away by The Style Council

To live better for an ex, what an ugly sight,  
Heartbreak fuels change, day and night.  
Love's once gentle embrace,  
Seems so lost in this after race,  
While masks hide the truth from the light.

“I never really needed you anyway,”
Doesn’t that face dare to say,
But the mask covering your heart –
Isn’t that an ***** that has so much to impart,
Having so much more to say.

The weakest
         aren't powerless
         within them still
         there are latent resources
         that unyielding spirit
         that unbreakable will
         to unshackle all odds

        we are each a Herculean
        despite life's slings
        and every tribulation

        we'll forge a way
        out of the enclosing darkness
       and fearlessly proclaim:
       ' We are too large for brokenness !'