Staring out into naked abyss,
optics wander in twilight’s wonder,
stardust gleaning sacred bliss,
vision listens to silent thunder.

The universal rains lash down;
they make vast waterfalls among the heavens.

Open tear ducts; eternal, splashing down,
closed lids crashing…
down, still, always...

Catch; fifteen.
Then, adding seven.

The black cascade envelops all it touches,
no matter the presentation,
the make-up plumes from scarlet brushes,
have a bird’s eye view; their final destination.

This pupil set within the storm of I,
is not enlightened nor insightful.

It couldn’t see the worlds bore inside,
it’s maker, yet, remained open minded.

Until, a benevolent outlook was razored,
gouged, clawed, blinded,
at the hands of human-nature.

Behold, this glaringly undelightful.

This epidemic Myopia,
deceptive, cruel and spiteful.

This future unforeseen,
presently; apathetic and obscene,
this, ‘Forlornucopia’,
held aloft for all to see;
perpetually consuming glee;
consuming all… of you, and them, and me.

© poormansdreams

#poem #poems #poemoftheday #poetrycommunity #WritcoQuote #writcoapp #writer