Solitude

          The steam caresses over my weary body with its warmth,

          The stars greet my tired eyes with their sparkle,

          The silence embraces my jaded ears with its peace,

          The solitude grants my mind a little tranquillity,

          Mountain top bath under stunning stars,

          Alone in the boondocks at last,

          Far from the dystopia that haunts me,

          In this utopia of my mind’s eye,

          Putting into lyrical words of poetry the thoughts

          That overflows my damaged mind,

          When I have nowhere else for them,

          But in these very lines,

          My body now wants to depart,

          My heart mangled beyond repair,

          My liver has had its day, now drowned,

          My eyes have seen things to many,

          My ears have heard the very same to many,

           Now here are my last words to you,

          Seek out your solitude before it’s too late,

          To let go all that hate.

moon lit solitude

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DARKNESS

My blackened heart has been called

To witness the death of humanity, ity, ity

By his own stupidity, ity, ity

My blackened head has been called

To the birth of a monster, ster, ster

At his mother’s side, ide, ide

My blackened soul has been called

To witness the death of our home, ome, ome

As it burns to the ground, ound, ound

My blackened sanity has been called

To witness the death of insanity, sanity, sanity

As humanity, manity, manity

Finally learns he is the reason for his own demise, mise, mise

My blackened body has been called

To witness its own death, eath, eath

As my personal Armageddon burns, burns, burns

Taking us out and away from the technoevil, evil, evil AGE

© July 2019 R Leach

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this older post explains how i feel at the moment just plain tired of the covid monster.