My deep fears : Sad Poetry

Fear is failure:

Hearing and recording

hellish wind storms, tornados.

Screaming revenge for pollution.

Fear is; never being remembered.

Blown away,

twisted in a modern artless storm.

To me; fear is,

“people hating you, for being you!”

Fear is; sitting in a funnel cloud of truth.

Drowned out by shrieking lies,

cries, hate, envy and jealousy.

My deepest living fear:

Sitting- watching and not doing anything

as I watched lives,

All -life being destroyed.

In a tunnel vision box of surreal altered reality.

Distorted and shattered; caught up by a time bomb ticking away ..

The ramifications, of they could no longer grasp or see the truth of reality,

nor did they want to.

Fear is hearing the roaring wind, screeches of sound.

Seeing shallow glass rattle- then shatter.

Watching the tree’s bend to ground, caught by wild windy storms engaged in battles of useless egotism.

I fear plague, depression, war, hate. Seeing the pain of hunger, sickness and starvation of children.

Watching the world devour every resource

- leaving -

No future for our children.

My fear is dying and there isn’t a trace of me left.

I fear-living long enough to

see humans completely destroy themselves.

Watching humanity;

Turn away, thankless for every genuine act of kindness, friendship, love.

Finding, the world twisted me alive, until I lost me!

I couldn’t be heard over the roars of destructive wind.

Fear is failure, hell is being forgotten.

03-07-09

2^nd draft