the world has paused
silence hammers at the senses
heart still beating…
barely…
does it even matter…
it flutters unheard
the universe is screaming
banshee howl of despair
sucking life from hope
a wildly spinning black hole
devouring beauty in its path
I am collateral damage
insignificant to the true loss
a minnow thrashing upon the shore
as whale song falters…
and dies
there is no oxygen remaining
for lungs depleted and aching
absence presses
like an anvil on the soul
unable to rise
buried alive
stretched beneath blind eyes
gods have lost their power
forsaken and forsaking
what happens to the unnoticed?
unwanted?
cast aside
silence hammers at the senses
the world has paused
Poetic oxygen is hanging by a fingernail in our world. But! There is hope. Well done, Willow.
Hope is huge these days. Thank you, Adagio
Thought on this one Lady, maybe to much. We think it would had hit even harder if posted closer to Halloween
To be honest, I hadn’t even thought of Halloween. 😂 Just nursing a bit of pain. I actually didn’t think on it much at all. This was a write and drop piece. I tend to do that when emotion is high. Thank you for your thoughts, ME
Extraordinarily compelling ink ma’am .. I was hooked from the off and enjoyed the ride write to the very opposite end and no kidding .. Write on my fine literary friend .. Neville
I’m not entirely convinced my muse will give me much time off. If you saw my unposted drafts…egads. Thank you for the support on this one
my pleasure entirely ma’am 😎👍
Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend with precise imagery and wordplay. Felt this one! Appreciate you.
Damian
I felt it too…like a baseball bat to the crotch. There were layers in this one. World and…life, if you get my drift. Thank you, my friend. Your continued support means a lot
The way you combined nature and human in this piece is breathtaking. We should not be used as collateral damage for the error of polluting the air. That is one way I took this piece.
Then the ones that are cast aside unnoticed.. That is sad, but I believe that there is someone noticing them. They may not know what to do to bring more light in their black hole.
Just thoughts I got from your piece.
You’re not far off the mark on this one. As I said to Damian,👆 there are layers to it. Where it takes the reader is between them and their imagination. Thank you for your thoughts, Fia. Much appreciated
the same as for all of us – some care
thank you Willow
Many care. The rest are just noisier. Thank you
🙂 🙏🏼
Wow. This is a cigarette and a shot write. It is almost bitter, almost defeatist. Yet it also feels like you’re scoffing at the processes too. You need a seashell necklace while writing like this. Reminding you of what’s salty out there.
Well, I don’t smoke and I’m a tragic lightweight drinker. Just a full blood hippy who lives by the Moon. Still, I get your drift. I guess when I was writing this, I was reminding myself that my little whimpers are fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Thank you for your thoughts, Styxian
Willow…you had me from the first line and held me there until the last.
Message delivered and your mission accomplished.
The universe never pauses.Everything rises and ceases,nothing permanent….thank God.Imagine a permanent Trump.
A permanent Trump sounds like eternal hell. It’s bad enough dealing with it now. And we still have years ahead. I don’t even like the contemplate what will happen next. It’s like living in a minefield. Thank you for your thoughts, Peter
This is dark with a lot of reality in it too. You nailed it with your silent hammers.
What ever the subject matter your writing is it’s articulate and thought provoking.
We can’t always hear the blow coming. We just find ourselves flat on our back in agony. Such is our world at present. Thank you for your thoughts, Adelphina
I felt this my core. Your pain mirroring my own as those who cry out for help, whatever it may be, go unnoticed. The world has become a dangerous place. What happens to the unnoticed? The same thing that continues to happen – they remain unnoticed, their cries unanswered. Those who are unwanted & cast aside flounder or they find their voice. Either way, it remains unheard. But that doesn’t mean that it has lost its power as evidenced by the number of responses to your poem.
I see you, I hear you – not the process.
We see each other. We hear each other. We fall together. We rise together. Thank you for seeing, Volupta
💕
Brilliant use of languge and great imagery.
Thank you, Thomas
damn…incredible write.
Incredible compliment coming from you. Thank you, 253
The world is all too willing to leave the hurt ones behind. Great ink friend.
Truth and facts right there. We gotta pick each other up. Thank you, my friend