posted on Mar, 19 2017 @ 05:18 PM
Less and less comfortableness
more and more dread.
Who wants to live forever,
sometimes I just want to wake up dead.
The pain and suffering in the world
form blisters on my conscience.
Seared by despair my soul is wounded.
I retreat to preserve what hope I have left.
The thin skin of denial
is scarred by the knowledge
of carnage and destruction
to the helpless and innocent.
They say only the strong survive
but what will they inherit,
a world destroyed by greed and avarice
or will the meek inherit the earth?
If evolution is driven by the need to survive,
where are the changes necessary to preserve life?
Why is enlightenment in constant famine,
why do we continue to kill and destroy?
Moral and ethical behavior
appear to be lepers
kept outside the walled city,
the citizens unwilling to touch them.
Even while dead minds and cold hearts
stalk our streets in disguise,
pretending to be alive,
they are the walking dead.
Is there an ember still alive in the cold fire?
Will the breath of life still fan its flame?
Will the earth once again bloom
and fountains of living water spring forth again?
Time will tell!