a Negative Outlook

People think of this world and very often connect it to negative things. War, death, pain, hatred. Many negative things. We are all human beings with agency and opportunities. The differences between each of us are defined by how we choose to take and use the opportunities we are presented with in our own lives. With every choice taken comes consequences of varied degrees. Ultimately, those consequences define our world.

In explanation, As We Die is a poem I wrote based off of a dream I had about war. As I learn about the different world occurrences, I realize this is a subject that can be related to a lot of countries and people now.

As We Die

By: the iHope Poet

Another cry in the wind

More moans of pain and agony

The blood and tears

Spilt shamelessly

Through the bitter ends of whatever war

Man may fight

And still another cry

As they die.

The sounds of hope and freedom

Ring

Fruitlessly in the foul air

The bare trees hold empty memories of what is left

To be no more

No hope, nor freedom rings

Even as they used to sing

For now they die

All light is forsaken

In this land of sick play

In this place of death and sadness

Renewed

Some try to walk again

Yet, they still each remain

In the dirt

With the sorrow and hurt

As they die

Each cloud stares back from the sky

Black and dank

Spilling rain on their wounds

Turning salt into mercy

Death is dealt by the hand

Of swift pride in this land

And they wish for respite

From the pain

As they die

I’m unscathed from this insanity

But I ache 
For the harmed

And the bitten, the smitten

The hate

So I lie on this ground

As I cry like each sound that I hear in the wind

Speaks of curse without end

Oh, I cry and I cry

As now I lay to die

With those who will die

Along with me

Under trees unforgiving and bent

Over our white faces

Which speak of such death

And the water is stained

Yes, your hearts are as well

For we die

Through our innocence and refusal to fight

In our weakness

We’ll live in much better places

As you laugh

At our forms in the dark

And we die.

The guilt will hang heavy

In your memories

Of pride

Even

As we died