Traurigkeit–That Poem I Was Talking About–Re-Posted

by Ann Neilson


“The skies they were ashen and sober; 

the leaves they were crisped and sere-

the leaves they were withering and sere; 

it was night in the lonesome October of 

my most immemorial year” –Edgar Allan Poe “Ulalume” 

The ominous sky reminded of

an apocalyptic world,

Its sadistic grin, blighting the grass

the trees and flowers, unfurled.

A history of moans and whimpers

of past ages erupted forth.

The ground cracked and showed no history

of hard work or of self-worth.

Contaminated cities of

industrialized destruction

Killed the earth with selfishness and

heartless deprivation.

A symphony of pity falls

upon deaf ears turned away

Those who are apt don’t watch to find

the ending of the inhumane play.

A melancholy world where all move

alongside the tide of time

Weep for hope and pity from strangers;

alas there is no one to find.

[Author’s note: I will most likely post this on my other blog, so please keep in mind it IS me. Also, this is my baby and I shall post him wherever I wish. (If you’ve read my previous rant post, you’ll understand what I’m talking about.)]