All the water is gone.
No fish left in the pond.
Sodas are all off the shelf.
Maybe my last breath to myself.
What will become of me?
Only the taste of salts from the sea.
My baby needs some milk.
Then some walk by, pass in silk.
I am past the point of crying.
Past the point of shying.
Cast upon an empty earth.
All the cities, an abortion of birth.
Last night I had a dream.
The earth was empty, left only me.
I sat on a lonely rock to cry.
Only to drink the tears from my eyes.
Extremely poignant and intense, especially the last verse! What is to become of earth, I wonder, rich pass us by without noticing that children need milk, not caring as long as they can destroy the earth for money and power. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Thank you for sharing this meaninful poem. Acutally with ruining of nature we are going to dig our grave here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This earth we in is falling apart and very true we remain in rocks drinking our own tears.. salt becomes sweeter as suger looses its sweetness! ! Nice one Joe.