Least Read Poems About Tragedy

When the clock stroke eleven fifty-nine
On December twenty nineteenth
Less then a minute for what
Would be the new norm,
Who would have thought,
That was the last “normal”
the world would ever witness.
Each passing of days,
Its more challenging to live
To breath,
The oxygen that freely was given
If humanity would practice more kindness
We would be two steps forward
Then centuries backwards,
The  last couple of days,
Hesitant  
and pondering on what seem
to be extraterrestrial,
Voices...

Walking in the woods is
a terrifying experience.
You never know what
will happen to you.

Then you cross a path
that can change your life
forever. You start to walk
carefully in those woods.

When you're faced with
danger lurking in the
dark, you just want to
scream bloody murder.

You suddenly spot a hairy
tall looking scary creature.
You freeze hoping it doesn't
spot you.

You want to run away, but
you're too scared to
move, you feel a rush of
chill running down
your...

By my surprise
The tides are crimson red
No one to notice
Nobody seems bothered
But am I?

No

I notice the halo of truth
The one upon this plain
Resonating the pain
The earth seems to bleed
Onset a parasite resides

I am tickled
The times that flow on
Challenging the future
Easing into focus
Breathing upon foundation.

Deciding the whims
The many
The fortunate
And the plenty
Choose and decide.

Soak the hands in the blood
Don't turn away from the hate of...

He's Dead.
But Alive.
In Spite.

©Wired6. 28/10/2021