Monday, 3 April 2017

Ramblings, On An April Monday Night (April 3, 2017)

A sense of sadness
Fills me.

As doom and gloom
Highlight 
The daily news.

Whether
Over the Internet
Newspaper
Or Television.

Wondering
Are we
The smartest creatures
On this planet?

When
We kill ourselves
Without a second thought
About the consequences
We'll  have to face
Afterwards.

As if
Each new death 
Is nothing more
Than 
A hollow reminder
Of what we have lost
In our souls.

In our mechanic climb
Towards the heavens
And above.

When
In reality
It's our organic descent
Into the bellows
Of Hell.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: Just some thoughts, going through my mind, tonight, after reading about the St Petersburg's bombing, on its subway system, this morning. 

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