Don't call me a volcano, I don't want to be a volcano! Sometimes active, Mostly dormant, A stiff peak with indigestion, Birthing igneous isles across the seas, Starving for eruption, Hardening. Waiting.
Call me a hurricane, Say it with a tremble. Never expect me, Dread my return. Never dormant, Always hungry, Carving my path, Landmass by landmass, Conquering, Striding, Devastating.
Get your facts straight Before you name me a disaster.
It’s a bit hotter than usual today The insects are awfully noisy With hot torrid turning winds but still a bit moisty
Strange that I am quite refreshed But the weather seems quite dead Leaves crinkling beneath my feet It reeks of decay and gutter gas leaks
The sky is a little too tangerine for an early morning It’s hot but clouds are now gathering It’s hot, a lot, but clouds are now clamoring
Strange that the classroom is full today With all their gossips, chats and muffled sounds Strange, in loud crowd, is my darling sitting there alone Looking out the window at the sky now turning brown
The sky unveiled the sun; it didn’t rain It’s hot, sweat dripping on my notebook again and again It’s burning hot. I’m scratching my skin and I feel pain
Strange that sun is getting bigger now How is it getting so hot? I’m going home now it smells like rot Strange that I put myself to bed and slept a lot
‘’It’s getting hot, it’s getting hot’’ ‘’Save us oh God’’’ ‘’Save us our Lord’’ ‘’It’s scorching hot’’ I listened to these distant screams in my sleep I woke up, ran outside and the whole city was upheaved It reeks of decay and gutter gas leaks I picked up my phone and my eyes couldn’t believe The only people breathing in this world are my darling and me
I rejoice, my wishes came true Rejoice! Everybody’s dead and now I’m coming for you
Painting the picture of the world's end. It is a follow up to my other poem ''Wish''
It appears that we've reached a point in time which is called a milestone. It's evident this isn't an exception for its passing catches up with us and no one can move any faster not that we are running away from anything when we're all heading into disaster. You only have to look around and see the real extent of the problem at hand that is now just closing in on us all from every side to stand. While it comes so close it can't go any further but then has to turn around and go the other way for everyone's sake and not involve some type of deception. If you're wondering about what's been said or where it's going all I can say is to hold on the time's coming for you to see a familiar sort of shape with the words expressed meaning its time has run out and must be reversed in order for it then to start again in a similar way bottoms up. _____
Written in October 2020. Inspired by current events and some of the other word art poetry that I've read previously posted on H.P. Thanks for the inspiration.
Splintered stained glass holding Pristine flecks of dust. Roof agape, char flitting down Into the greyed palms of their hands. Marble floors coated in charcoal, Red pinpricks contrasting grey. The wreckage sparing only The memories of those Who watched.