OUR FATE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
The sun hasn’t Shon for so long
I sometimes wonder if I truly belong
The birds have forgotten words to
their song
The leaves fall from the trees
Summer paths full of
cutting ice not nice
Like a knife, it does slice
I slip to my knees
Empty honey jars from ghosts of the bees
Souls walk past
Nothing ever lasts
A flame turns to a blast
Feeling like an outcast
In a tiny street reminiscing of a town so vast
A sailing boat
without its mast
A broom without the brush
Urgency not allowed to rush
Need my space an yet so crushed
No longer feel trust
The walls are built up
The chip in my cup
And crack in my plate
I wish I knew of what may come of my fate
The horse is out, through the broken gate
No voice to shout, and say wait
Who am I?
Are you my alibi?
My ally?
My friend till the end?
Can’t pretend
For this is real
Though I’m being given a very rough deal
This is how I feel
Dirt on your shoe
Last in line in a queue
Can’t believe what you would do
Your words are never true
Your reds turn to blue
And your black to white
I’m on the end of a string
Just like a kite
I’m not giving up the fight
My dark world will see the light
Though I’m getting weaker by the day
As the world is going away
Children don’t play
What more can I say
Even dogs have lost their bark
I’m the only one in the park
A shell on the beach
A preacher but no one to teach
My arms are open
But there is no one to reach
My words have spoken
But fall on deaf ears
A glass but no one to say cheers
The clown isn’t joking
And the fires aren’t smoking
It’s as though everyone has died
I’m the only one living
Bodies ask
And I keep given
It’s such a task
For they say no words
The cows roam
But no more herds
Their on their own
In their own zone
No one communicates
There’s nobody to motivate
Wherever I go I seem to accumulate
For silent souls, with lank hair
Eyes like coals, just stare
But there are so many of them
And only one of me
Where are the wise men?
Will I see normality again?
If I close my eyes and count to ten
Shall I waken
And realise I’ve been mistaken?
It’s just a nightmare
I’ve been nowhere
Just fell asleep in my armchair
But sadly I know this is reality
Its equality
Every person who has survived
Are all the same
They haven’t died
This is not a game
It’s a damaged painting without a frame
Such a shame
The crazy man with a fiery flame
And a wooden heart
Didn’t give consideration
Before he decided we must part
The button pressed
On our nation
He was depressed
Such devastation
Not a care for the rest
Who walk an yet don’t talk
Who look but don’t seem to see
But why me?
How come I’m like I used to be?
Is this my punishment?
Why have I been saved from this accident?
Will I be eaten as a sacrament?
Faces I once smiled with
Was it fabricated?
Just a myth?
Complicated?
Now a drift
In our ocean
What is the next stage?
In the magical potion
Should I take caution?
Will there be rage
I want to meet with our maker
And look into his eyes
For they will be so wise
I’m a mere mortal
Will I enter the golden Portal?
Stand at the gates of heaven?
Am I witness to the next life?
Will we suffer with trouble and strife?
What will we learn from our mistakes?
Would we be given a
second chance whilst everyone still takes?
What greed
Will the starving feed?
Will the wounded bleed?
If only we would learn our lesson
This world would be a blessing
But sadly the devil walks beside us
And it’s him we put our trust
Feel the weather change from calm to gust
It’s time to go now
It’s a must
So with my words I beg of you
If you care about this life, and I believe you do
Forget about fashion
Turn your passion
Into a peaceful action
End all friction
And dictation
Bring back to life this wonderful nation
For this is a gift from a higher being
But we are hell bent on destroying
Demons we should not be employing
Soldiers we shouldn’t be deploying
What good does war do?
Blocks out a beautiful view
Instead we see hell on earth
And for every death is a new birth
How our future will ever be happy
Knowing their destiny
Goodbye to a family
It’s come to the end
Never again will we have a friend
Just walk with the dead
Follow their tread
Can’t sleep in a bed
This is the trend
But only we can change it forever
Don’t wait until it’s too late
If we all stick together
Don’t let this be our fate
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
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