h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Five years since my fears flared
scared we were.Atop of the world,
then it had ended, sudden
Rendered impotent in a
flash gone like smoke
Sixty months of a longing
that’s seems wrong,
Vying to stay alive,
when inside's dead been struck dumb
From missing someone a friend,
yet voices is still heard
In the song of the birds,
scent on a breeze occasionally
All memories reprised,
Behind dulled sad end dead eyes
despite knowing beauty of heaven
that they can now see
no relieve for a heart aching
forsaking enjoyment
meant, morbidity herds
dark thoughts into coroners orders.

Recalled thoughts for a lover
and someone’s grand mother to be,
Now gone not forgotten by those that knew
Along with a few who never did,
still cried too
Hid their eyes watching her die
in goriest techno colour,

But the pallor of death
can only be mono-chrome,
A pallid white scene.
Seeing only fresh blood gleams,
When set against skin
beginning to fade now the soul
Never stays in a shell
not to show shadow again
For that’s hell never to be living,
within darkness of nothing
Not to be breathing believing
and seeing touching To feel things,
listening too answers from questioning,
Reasons being varied and many,
the price of those thoughts
Last time they offered
Only one penny.
.

For half a decade they
have been gone not alone,
More deaths can never atone
for the misery of imprisonment,
In this world without you,
finding division in living each day,
As it comes with a Son
with no mother now standing,
But no understanding of Mummy
not saying good night,
No cuddles when hurt,
no long flowing skirts,
or soften silk covered skin
no feelings creep into his thoughts
for He’s not been taught.
vengeance ends nothing.
Vengeance sends no message
from the one that was wronged,
No condolences made
ever displayed the feelings of loss,

No costs can be paid,
or epitaph erected to put right out of mind,
That which man kind has infected,
directed poor minions opinions,
Of greatness to come
from that wrong that they did
El Sid we need you

Five years since my fears flared scared we were
Atop of the world, then it had ended, sudden
Rendered impotent in a flash gone like smoke
it was broken in-pieces, by a homonoid species,
in the name of a mullah, my world was less fuller

Sixty months of a longing that’s it's seems wrong,
Vying to stay alive, when inside's dead been struck dumb
From missing someone a friend, yet voices is still heard
In the song of the birds, scent on a breeze occasionally

All memories reprised, behind dulled sad end dead eyes
despite knowing beauty of heaven, that they can now see.
No relief for a heart aching: forsaking enjoyment unspent,
meant morbidity herds dark thoughts. Into coroners orders.
Recalled thoughts, for a lover someone’s grand mother, to be,
Now gone not forgotten by those that knew her
Along with a few, who never did, still they cried too
Hid their eyes, watching her die in goriest:techno colour.
again and again increasing my pain.Replayed then you see
each year on that day those memorys that waned flared right
up again.

But the pallor of death-can, only be mono-chrome, here and gone
A pallid white scene. Seeing only fresh blood gleams, rather like snow
When set against skin, beginning to fade: now the soul dont you know
Never stays, in a shell. Not to show shadow~again let me explain
For that’s hell, never to be living within darkness of nothing.
Not to be breathing, believing and seeing touching. inquisibly wanting
To feel things, listening too answers from questioning,
Reasons being varied and many, the price of those thoughts
Last time they offered, only one penny.


For half a decade, they have been gone, not alone,
More deaths now, can never atone. For the misery of imprisonment,
In this world without you. Finding division, in living each day,
As it comes with a Son with no mother, He's now standing,
But no understanding of Mummy not saying good night, when he sleeps
No cuddles when hurt, no long flowing skirts, to hide within
or soften silk covered skin no feelings creep into his thoughts
for He’s not been taught, vengeance ends nothing.
Vengeance sends no message, from the one that was wronged,
No condolences made ever displayed the feelings of loss,

No costs can be paid, or epitaph erected to put right out of mind,
That which man kind has infected, directed poor minions opinions,
Of greatness to come from that wrong that they did El Sid we need you

Hi abbi nice to see your name pop up, not here as much as used to be but every so often still shove one on me page only a few threads have time to follow but do still read them'

was not written from a personol view other than "poets empathy" so to speak

Empathy it has.
Mission accomplished.