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The World Is Dead I awoke to an eerie silence- The sun had not come up, No birds littered my trees. Nothing new was born this day. Unsettled, I opened my door Too afraid to look at anything- I blanked all of it out, Except the floor. Weeds furled tightly Around my already sinking ankles. Ironically, giving me the strength to stand And face the pain I chose to bear. There was no point In taking a single step, If the world had halted Where could I possibly go? Instead, I retreat But am forced to stand tall. Reconcile my differences With God I am at war. I am not safe, But I can hide. Pretend Nothing ever happened at all. Perhaps even survive In a world That has no meaning Anymore. Or take a walk, And admire the death Of a thousand wilting trees All the time smiling contentedly. It was me that destroyed the world. I just let go Followed my storms Letting the hurricane ensue. I shall not blame him, or you. Just pretend I am happy- Do something different Make everything new Forget the past Deny the future Hope and pray There will be another day. All I ask Is that I am not obliged to stay. (Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
The World Is Dead
The World Is Dead I awoke to an eerie silence- The sun had not come up, No birds littered my trees. Nothing new was born this day. Unsettled, I opened my door Too afraid to look at anything- I blanked all of it out, Except the floor. Weeds furled tightly Around my already sinking ankles. Ironically, giving me the strength to stand And face the pain I chose to bear. There was no point In taking a single step, If the world had halted Where could I possibly go? Instead, I retreat But am forced to stand tall. Reconcile my differences With God I am at war. I am not safe, But I can hide. Pretend Nothing ever happened at all. Perhaps even survive In a world That has no meaning Anymore. Or take a walk, And admire the death Of a thousand wilting trees All the time smiling contentedly. It was me that destroyed the world. I just let go Followed my storms Letting the hurricane ensue. I shall not blame him, or you. Just pretend I am happy- Do something different Make everything new Forget the past Deny the future Hope and pray There will be another day. All I ask Is that I am not obliged to stay. (Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
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