You and I will most likely be gone as there'll be hardly anyone else around without a building left standing, to be seen, anywhere near on the ground. There'll be chaos and destruction wherever one may happen to look about with the screams of women and children heard from afar in pain no doubt. The voices of men crying together with words mumbled in resignation addressed to a deity that had been forsaken long ago in condemnation. Days of the future foretold now are passing under cover of a blackened sky with the smell of smoke and ashes slowly rising from the ground to pry. The earth as it has been known in people's memories now exists no more and former things of beauty loved been shattered to pieces on the shore. Hopelessness and helplessness are words to express the current situation with no effort on anyone's part to make amends in a general desperation. The howling of many dogs and other creatures can also be heard as well with the sound of rolling thunder fading in the distance is a story to tell. Flashes of lightning seen in the clouds above add a surreal touch to be made out or viewed like it's doomsday come at last for those left to see. With the earth itself trembling from all the current devastation around there's no one to speak words of comfort to subdue the noise profound. Like a worst case scenario the images will be etched in the hearts 'n minds of all those who've remained alive, in one piece, the way that true guilt binds. __________
Written in Dec'22. I once read a similar poem by a female poet many years ago on another website to which I commented saying it was too negative and pessimistic but these days views expressed on such topics are becoming more commonplace even with me trying to imagine what may never happen. Or is it happening now? Hmm...............
I’m clawing at my chest, Because I want to make this itching ache stop But I am unable to reach into my chest and grasp my stomach and clench my heart; I am unable to tell it to stop its fluttering Just as I am barely able to hold back the sob that wants to rip through my throat in an agonizing scream. BUT I CAN'T. Because I can’t do anything. I have no control.
And normally I would be okay with that, But in these moments losing control is the worst thing Because it is the one thing I so desperately need. Just when things are going well I collapse into myself again like an exploding star.
The cycle is repeating. This is the hardest part. It’s the most painful. It is crying all the time It is anxious It‘s having fidgety hands It's headaches from furrowed brows It's seeing the inadequacy of yourself and not being okay with it. It's like having a microscope on yourself Its being exhausted all the time because you can’t stop the overthinking, the analyzing, or the constant pity parties and comparisons
I’m sick of being so emotionally fragile. I just want to move on to the next stage already To the numbness that follows So I can stop caring Stop crying Stop hurting so **** much
I just want it all to go away. I want the pain and hurt to go away. This ache isn’t numb, it's not sharp, but rather it is suffocating. It is hands around my throat squeezing just tight enough so that I feel like I'm dying, but aware that I can still breathe.
While the ocean unfolds calm as still waters I’m just another lost soul floating helplessly with no colors
I’ll go where the tide told me to because there’s no hope left in me And everything looked so pointless so why bother to fight for them
I’ve been screaming, yearning, longing for answers, for a glimmer of hope But every time I try harder, the world brings me down And here I am
But as the night went by, and the stars fell down The sun emerged, and the warmth grew closer The morning breeze greets me, welcoming for a new start Maybe I don’t have all the answers now but that doesn’t mean I should settle down And I may be floating but i’m discovering the whole sea
From the album 'Afloat' Read the full album on https://annlour.wixsite.com/annalour/album-1-afloat