Where Have We All Gone

climbing the hill i reach the top...the view is so desolate
i sit here contemplating the plight we all ignored to the end
the demise occured when we took our surroundings for granted
then i wonder where have we all gone

i look around the empty skies and wonder...where are the birds
the ones who sang to me once or captured my imagination
the aerial antics of courtship a mating pair displayed to impress
then i wonder where have we all gone

i view my surroundings...all is empty now...no creatures around
nothing to stimulate imaginations...to spark my interest anymore
all is bare...empty...lonely...no beauty to be seen...i am so alone
then i wonder where have we all gone

there is nothing left but bare rocks and sandy soil...so desolate
nothing to call home...nothing to share my world with...all is gone
i am the last of everything...there is no more...there never will be
then i wonder where have we all gone

as the sun beats down on me...i realize how thirsty i am...there is no water
no shelter from the sun or elements around...everything is decayed now
soon i'll be extinct...as the rest...species...plants...animals...even the cities gone
then i wonder where have we all gone

mary etta metcalf's picture

i write out of love for words....the style i use is free verse, where i can create who i am..., i began writing while i cared for my mother, who had alzheimers, as a form of therapy for me....when she died, the poetry stayed with me....now i write about everything....life...love....betrayals....philosophy...nature...fantasy and some dark poetry....where ever my fancy seems to be at the time....i use my personal knowledge and experiences with a lot of them, i am a very private person who enjoys my animals, my grandchildren, my children, when they let me, and the love of my life., several of my poems have appeared in the Taj Mahal Review and some anthologies....i have written three books of poetry, my first was my therapy book, all the poems i had written while caring for my mother called "When There Are Dragons There is Alzheimers". my second book "Through the Maze of Life" was the start of my growth, my third and most recent book is called "Thoughtful Whispers" poems of a growing poet.....my website is www.pegesus.weebly.com

Last updated August 10, 2011