GOD HELP US, PLEASE. WE HAVE FORSAKEN THEE.
Like ancient blood dripping ‘cross the shattered
Frothing sea of glass, high above my head
I saw the painted plea. The author of
Such simple eloquence a soul long-lost
To the silent war versus fearsome foe
A mortal disease, life-bereft virus
Gorging the veins of man, Her name Apathy.
Ill-gotten doppelganger to Emotion.
Her dark domain a grave umbra stretching
The world ’round, causing the sapient race
To retire from care and regard of
All but for their own and moral nature
Trapped deep within that which conjures from
Fondled grasp a muted light unshining.
Yet today Her numb touch could not be felt
By me, transcending the clinical gaze
As the tears slip gently to fall upon
The gray and placid form in my embrace.
My only seed, my beloved daughter
Like beloved mother before, stolen
Untimely from life (and me) on the wings
Of the pernicious Reaper, who watches
With a sickle of a smile the loss
Of all my life’s worth, that I could not save.
Slowly the world begins to crash and burn
Yet I alone am aware and aflame
With grief and all the while ignored by
My unattached neighbor passing me by
We are all alone now in this dim void
Staggering through our paradise forsaken.