Fear

Like the sound of distant coughing

the masks of people’s courage fail

and we flail in amongst our daydreaming fears

the tears of beast we don’t normally acknowledge 

the terrible thing is it’s out of our hands 

or were we just a parting in the forest 

where we foraged 

for food

Halcyon days when we went in holiday to a beach

in far off land 

the best laid plans of humanity 

Lie like a crumpled used tissue

I know you think I have issues

but we could have made this heaven on earth

but do we still have time for nature’s rebirth

With or with us?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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