Our world gone

  • NB: This is quite a sad poem, and its long, you will need to click the read more button to read it all, or on the title above,

    A friend was telling me how one day she looked out her window and around her was fields and forest, then when she went to sleep and woke up, it felt like only a day had past and then it was a town, then when the forest was gone they all moved on and around her house now is mostly abandoned building and machines. I tried to imagine what that would be like, sleeping and waking and each day being scarier that the one before it.  Thats how this poem was written

    Oh the forest, and the fields,
    So green and ever lasting
    So beautiful, so precious,
    Full of colour, smells and sounds.

    There are tall trees, short trees
    Green trees and orange trees
    There are leaves of many shapes
    Nothing ever looks the same.

    Then upon the night
    We shut our eyes
    We smile big and sleep very sound
    For we remember all the beauty
    That surrounds us all the time

    Upon the morning
    When the sun greets
    We wake up to the crow
    When we look out to breath slow
    We discover our world gone

    The fields, once green,
    Now look dark, grey and bleak
    So scary, so terrifying,
    Full of sorrow and smells of death.

    There are tall buildings, short buildings
    All in shades of grey
    They all sprout black lines
    Everything looks just the same

    Then upon the night
    We shut our eyes
    We cry till our body tires
    And we sleep with memories
    Of what was just yesterday.

    Upon the morning
    When the sun greets
    We wake up to a loud crash
    When we look out to breath slow
    We discover our world gone

    The forest, once lush
    Now just a pile of stumps
    So scary, so terrifying.
    Full of sorrow and smells of death

    There are tall machines, short machines
    All different shades of yellow

    The all make loud noises
    They all make the sky just the same
    Then upon the night
    We shut our eyes
    We cough till our body tires
    And we sleep with memories
    Of what was so long ago

    Upon the morning
    When the sun greets
    We wake up to deathly silence
    When we look out to breath slow
    We discover our world gone

    The forest once lush,
    Speaks death now all in stumps
    The fields, once green,
    Now look dark, grey and bleak

    There are tall buildings short buildings,
    Tall machines, short machines
    All different of shades of death
    The sit quietly, abandoned
    The people long since left

    Then upon the night
    We shut our eyes
    We wait till our body tires
    And with a final cry, and forever
    We goto sleep trying to remember
    What was it like before yesterday.


    January 21st, 2011 | Matty Angel | No Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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  • Sandy 01.21.2011

    Hi Matty,
    You write sad but really beautiful poetry.
    I was scared like you and my daughter paid for my fare to come to Australia for a few weeks..I have 3 more weeks here before I come back to Christchurch.
    I love the name you called your kitty..
    Remember people do care and you only have to ask if you need help as there is always someone that will help you.
    Be Safe Matty..Cheers from Sandy.

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