Afloat

Afloat on a rising tide,
of human woe and refuse,
as if the sky darkened by the intent,
sourer s sun to hide in horizon’s rest.
I cannot abide this scarring of earth’s skin,
this disregard for all she gives, her everything,
and take we do beyond her scope,
for nefarious ploys and selfish lows,
and she holds onto her own,
tries to remedy our thoughtless deeds now sewn,
until she can no longer, and in the end
we all will suffer.

Afloat on the rage of men
and hatred drawn,
from times far gone the fight goes on,
for prideful stakes and past mistakes,
and differences held as godless dawn,
that plunder all the good in life,
for a simply disagreeing strife,
that is our innate choice to make,
yet blood spilled in some name,
begets much more and so the game goes on,
hatred spelled in many ways,
but death the only end this makes.

Afloat upon a cloud so soft,
it barely touches skin or mind,
and thoughts just lulled in rest sublime
do float as if on tide or drift alone,
and all contentions cease to be,
not malice nor hatred sees a thing,
here in this pliable world of mist and love,
where earth just fell below and I above,
can no longer hear the cries,
the battles of contention writhe,
not here but far away,
and then I realize I’m dead.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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