Soon, the strangers will appear,
When nothing’s left for world to fear.
No antidote for hopelessness,
And sleep, the only thing that’s blest,
Oblivion, no more duress.
Sooner, come the strangers now,
Lamenting earth’s betrayal, how
A planet once so self-supporting
Is haemorrhaged and now aborting,
Bleeding into lakes.
Soonest time, the strangers come,
Little time to change for some,
And most begin to wonder why,
The earth, once loved, began to die.
And so, all children cry.
The strangers came, they left again,
Nothing for them here,
No world of wonder,
No special form,
No life, or growth
To be reborn.
The strangers watched with eyes afar
Unsupported, distant star.
They waited till the right time came
And watched as life began again.
11 thoughts on “The Strangers”
Your writing is incredible!
My stomach lurched when I read your comment. Thank you so much. I’m not always sure how it’s going to go.x
I think your work is outstanding!
I’m blushing here. Thank you so much once again.x
You are most welcome. xo
So long as the strangers took their probes back with them…
No, they left me with one…so watch out.x
sometimes you are just smoking good as a writer.. now would be one..
Thank you so much for taking the time to say that. It means a lot.x
Brilliant. Loved it from start to finish. You tell fabulous tales. Reowr! (Yes, my paws are up there too!)
And I’m purring at your beautiful compliment. Thank you.x
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