The End

This existence, this manipulation of time, space and continuum. The stretch of reality both outwards and inwards. The realization, the confusion. The blindness, the light. All combined and yet individualized. Separated by opinion or ridicule and greed or spite. The self-awareness and yet all complete denial towards brother, sister, mother, father, child, relative, neighbor, community, nation or Earth, environment, animals and our fellow mankind. The darkness, the cold, the outcast, the loneliness, the bewilderment, the starvation, the death upcoming, all on the lips of everyone untold. The fear, the hate, the progression and being left behind. The interest, the dis-concern, the contempt to undermine, the wastefulness, the squandering, the refugees, the genocide. The race for space, all around us and in the sky, the need for speed, the acceptance of the ones that didn't need to die. The fabric of time, the fabric of life, the washing of hands, the corruptions of governments, the death of child. The end is always near, the time is never right, the politicians rarely care. The spilling of blood, the waste it creates, the downside of love, the breaking of news, the wait of despair, the cry for life, the deaf ears that won't hear. The sound of silence, the noise of pollution, the drowning of whales, the air that's impaired, the slow death of persuasion, lobbied by damnation. The gift of hope, the ideal of salvation, the promise of Senate, the promise from Pope. The end of all life, no need to explore, the time will be forwarded, everyone's death all proper and joyed.
 
(by Roelin Davis all rights reserved 6/15/2013