Vanished

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Imagine, one morning waking at dawn. The colours of yellow and burnt orange warm your skin. You open your eyes and search your surrounds, everything that once was, gone. Your world blank. Your loved ones vanished, your career and professional life irrelevant in a new world. Your home a distant memory. It is just you and things you own. Emptiness grips your throat and your breath laboured. You’re left cold.

Everything that was important to you yesterday, replaced by times rapid clock. How do you move out forward?
In this life, we’re constantly thriving to achieve financial success. Chasing materials to fill a deep void. Masking our sadness with bigger and better products.

But what happens when you awaken; from this life created? Will you look back and love the things you have brought? Or will you remember the people who travelled beside you? Moved through the thick hours of time, and supported you with love, and action.

As time ticks by, remember it is only fleeting, that one day the hands will stop, will you be left with all your possessions or will you choose love?

 

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If I Had A Heart


Bring back a day,
From the past,
Lose myself in the bliss,
Taste the memories, on my lips,
Toy with the recollection,
Of anecdotes and legends,
Of warriors and shield-maidens,

Nostalgia for your touch,
Fill my sleep,
If I had a heart, I would feel the pain,
A thousand deaths would greet my fate,
Bitter against the grain,
And slaughtered in shallow graves,
Suspended by wire threads
That hold my limbs,
And feather spikes,
That shawl my dearth,

My voice a lost language,
Speaks only to me,
If I had a tongue, I would lick your wounds clean,
In forgotten reap, lesions contort my skin,
Feast like poison through my bloodstream,
Diffusing over the mountaintops,
Clearing the snow peaks,
Vanished within the clouds,
A tribe of souls walking these very steps,
Vanquishing in stolen breaths.

 

Inspired by:

Willows and Weeps

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The earth willows and weeps,

Cries in her sleep,

Scattered and unveils her plight,

Drunk on the fumes of poverty and greed,

Befalls her sweet beauty,

Winds of scented meander,

The tears transpire to dwelling,

On changing times,

Drought leaves her bare and dearth.