Mother Earth's lament

“Why do I still have the need to be heard

To be accepted for who I am

To be appreciated and honoured

To be cherished and nurtured

Does it really matter?”

Laments the mother…

"Cells are dying, organs are giving up one by one

One tree at a time, one being at a time

For whose pleasure or pain this blasted life

What’s to achieve when I lie dying"

"You trample and pillage, ravage and scavenge

Without a care that this is home

Without a thought that it matters

Without a word of gratitude or respect"

"... Parasites feeding on a host

Then looking for another

Pretending to create challenges out of thin air

Achieving milestones where none exist"

"And then claiming uncharted territories 

You will move on - far and beyond

Failing to spot the rot inside and change

You sow your seeds for perpetuity"

Stupor

The pen hits the paper

But the words refuse to flow

Life though changing every moment

Has been at a complete standstill

Lost for words

Lost to life

Thoughts repeat

Nothing new

No similes or metaphors to explain

When the meaning’s lost

What does it matter

Explanations are a thing of the past

Apathy and emptiness fill endlessly

Pretences take on a new significance

Hypocrisy - the best foot forward

Rumbling about other lives

When there’s nothing left to hold on to

The waves have crashed, the tide low

Silences and noises merge into each other senselessly

What is the point in ruminating the past or exploring the future

When the here and now lies completely ravaged and totally desolate