#27 Absent

courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

She had found protection

in concealing her true nature

behind leather bindings of

Christie’s, Eyre’s and

Hemingway’s chatter,

for their world

though pained

and mysteriously truthful

was easier than

the surroundings

life forced her to be

committed to.

She loathed being an

unadjusted prototype

of the monotonous mass

of black and white or grey

coloured folks

who were content to pass

by this changing world

indifferent to the lack

of spiritual resources

that had been emptying

faster

than the destruction

wreaking havoc on its

human culture.

It was ironic…

she had often felt,

how her world fed

so hungrily

on its own death;

seemingly unknowing

yet purposefully

creating dearth

wherever it went.

Hate was abundant

whenever love

was buried alive

and lies infiltrated homes

darkening the ideals

of housed souls

where truth

once vivaciously

carried the light

that reduced

many energy bills

to more than twice

their content

wiping away the smut

of dirty carbon footprints

that were left in places of her

own being

though she had tried

to reduce the overloading

of her programmed mind.

But.

Enough.

And she shifted her focus

back to Hemingway's chatter

that had filled the lived in

silences of her loss of laughter

in this empty world

that sacrificed trust and hope

for suspicion and fear

since everyone,

like her

in this nearly absent world

had disappeared.

# SELAHSATURDAYS

My Inspiration:  World News & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle

 

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