Rows of empty houses lining empty street ,I do not feel frightened for there is no one left to meet.
Everywhere is hopeless everywhere the same there is a menace hanging in the air a menace with no name.
It is hanging from the branches and draping on the ground no good to look for comfort there is none to be found.
The sky is looking heavy as if it could hold snow , the birds are undecided whether to stay or whether to go.
The temperature is rising as the darkness seems to grow I feel an urge to hide and it is pulling me below.
There are cars galore for us to drive but there is no where to go, there is electric and gas and water they just left it all to flow.
Everything is still working so everything is free so for those of us who decided to stay it could be one big party.
They left the the planet tidy the streets are all nice and clear but everywhere I walk now I get the scent of fear!
It is hanging from the branches and draping on the ground no good to look for comfort, there is none to be found.
The sky is looking heavy as if it could hold snow , the birds are undecided whether to stay or whether to go.
The temperature is rising as the darkness seems to grow I feel an urge to hide and it is pulling me below.
The last ships left the planet just over a month ago those of us that staid
did so because there just is no place to go.
The temperature is rising and yet it still stays dark, I am grateful for that
because if it where bright and hot the devastation would be so very stark.
The sky is looking heavy as if it could hold snow , the birds are undecided whether to stay or whether to go.
The temperature is rising as the darkness seems to grow I feel an urge to hide and it is pulling me below.
The dread is at our ankles pulling us below, pulling us to the coolness
of the drains below. Dragging our spirits through the drain holes and pulling
our hopes through the cracks down through all the holes and lining our souls up in stacks.
We had made the decision to stay preferring a quick death to the unknown . We did not want years of travelling with strangers in search of an elusive home.
We waved them off with smiles and glasses in our hands , they had no idea what they faced but we had party plans.
Yet the sky is looking heavy as if it could hold snow , the birds are undecided whether to stay or whether to go.
The temperature is rising as the darkness seems to grow I feel an urge to hide and it is pulling me below.
We cannot last much longer the days and nights so adverse so cold at night you shiver and so hot at day you curse.
There is nothing we can do now the earth has lost it way at first she was dying
slowly but by us humans she has been betrayed.
There is no hope left, no last minute cure, the populous departed gone to who
knows where and us mad souls left here gather together to party and to stare!
Still the sky is looking heavy as if it could hold snow , the birds are undecided whether to stay or whether to go.
The temperature is rising as the darkness seems to grow I feel an urge to hide and it is pulling me below.
If anyone ever comes back and finds this scribbled note , if the sun has devoured
this planet please take heed of what I have wrote. We have taken an ideal planet
with water air light and dragged it down and killed it so all of us who lived here
had to pack up and fly off into endless night.
Those of us who are left here are making the most of what there is left for soon there will be nothing remaining and we will all be dead. And this planet will be a dead rock, bereft.
willowdot21 
Schöner Bericht,wünsche einen schönen Sonntag,lieber Gruß Gislinde
Thank you very much and I wish you a lovely Sunday too!
You’ve so well described a desolate and bleak future for this Planet and us , Willow, .. but one which I hope we will evade, by waking up to what’s important and needs putting right. pretty damn quick, methinks…. xPenx
Yes Pen I feel that we who aware that time is running out are like voices in the wilderness. I shall not see it and I pray my children will be sparred
Oh Willow. You always have me wondering are YOU ACTUALLY ok??
Please be ok.
xxN.
I am okay Noeleen I am here in the present.
The story in the poem tell a story that can come true if we don’t awake. Need the awakening like in the sixties. I hope it is not too late.
Thank you John for the reblog. I hope it is not too late, We know the dangers as do millions of others but we do not have the power to change things. All we can do is keep shouting about it and writing about it …just do our bit!
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
A powerful poem. Please read.
Awesome story, Willow! Great form and content too! Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thank you so much I am glad you liked it . I got the idea one cold dark winter late afternoon walking home from town…. It was so quiet, so cold and I felt so alone . My mind went into overload , what if these were the last of days and I was one of the few left!
Reblogged this on 21 Shades of Blue and commented:
I subscribe to http://johncoyote.wordpress.com/ and he reblogged your poem, and now I am. It seems you and I are similarly inspired, willowdot21 🙂
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“It’s constant winter here and the stars are falling down, lighting up the clouds as the wind cries loud, because love has me in the sleeper cell. I’m a true Jack Frost and my name’s hush-hush — I pay off my promises with the currency of cold closed lips so I can live and breathe in this zero breeze as it consumes me under the willow tree while waiting for the sun to come out from above the storm, down below, to the center blue, where I stand frozen still…”
— Ry Hakari, “21 Shades of Blue” (February 28, 2006)
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I love the refrains in this. They really emphasize the hopelessness, going round in circles with no way out. Nobody was really partying, they were all too scared.
Indeed 💜
Am I the only one saddened to think some humans would fly out and go destroy another world, then another – because the species is that stupid it just doesn’t learn
You’re not stupid at all that’s exactly what I think too ….so sad 💜💚