A poem dedicated to the ongoing bushfires in Australia – a story between the voice of the earth and that of a soul that realise the weight of this tragedy:
Sour, sour the taste is sour
There is no sweetness left to devour;
People disappoint you when you’re hurt
They don’t care as much as you’d hoped;
Cut me open let me bleed
Then you will see all the sorrow inside of me;
Take my dreams, take them all!
What is the point anymore?
The world is crumbling under our very hands
Our lives are over and yet we demand
For earth to give us one last go
To let us heal her, but we missed that boat;
There is no future, there’s only past
Even the present won’t show up for a glance;
I want to run, but I will cripple under the smoke
There is no leaving, no hiding, we’re going to choke;
I don’t know what to do anymore,
In the stillness I should find my core
But the stillness wants to flee
It’s no longer interested in me
So who do I have? What do I do?
Seems like the road has come to an end for me and you
Where once there was joy, once here was hope
Lives a silent thunder in the darkness of our soul
Wipe away this dust, you can try
Don’t choke on your tears it’s ok to cry
Sit where you are, give into the surrounds
There’s nothing left for you to control, to here you’re bound
Let it go, let it leave!
This is now your eternal mystery
Oh human, what have you done?
You’ve burned it all down, it’s all gone!
M
Souloom™ 