It just did.
We kept saying “It won't happen in our lifetime.”
But it did.
We closed our eyes to the cracks in the walls
and they crumbled around us.
We forgot the decay in front of us.
It was so easy to ignore.
It ate away the foundations of our lives.
Still we ignored it
and claimed that life would go on.
We did not see it coming.
Even if it was right in front of us.
We tried to repair the cracks in the dams
though the water had already washed us away.
And though the clouds were black and red
we looked away.
Or stared ourselves blind on the colour display
as our skin peeled away beneath the acidic rain.
We dreamt of the sky
and reached for the stars.
Forgetting the ground beneath our feet.
It tore apart at the seams
the gaps too wide to repair.
And the sun was setting on a world
We did not predict the true apocalypse
though many a prophet had tried.
Their predictions were hollow
and we lost faith.
We did not listen to the real prophets
their warnings drowning in the white noise
of so many cries for wolves in the past.
So we did not expect the world to end.
But it did.
as our skin peeled away beneath the acidic rain"
An excellent poem!
"This is very random, seeing it is an attempt to spark my Muse..." I 've written poems for the exact same reason before and I applaud your fine efforts here. Sometimes, it is these "random" poems which are the most intriguing.
I think it has a good flow and continuity as well.
I like the start of the poem, many parts are nice to read and vocalize. It's a little sad though that you did not sort the ramble, because the poem looses weight with every stereotype introduced and not explained. Why do the people look at the cracks but don't want to notice them? What does the TV stand for other then a common vice? Why don't people want to contact reality? Which options do they have apart from being "willing to see" and is it an option anyway?
There is lots of options for this poem anyhow. Intuition like you used is one of the most powerful tools, but it always needs to be focused, refined and sorted. That is, what I feel this poem lacks of and what leaves it in the grey, even-though it has got a good thematic and rhythmic foundation.
Try to lead your thoughts more precisely by concentrating on questions rather then answers. Debate instead of stating "what is right". You will reach the end of your own thought soon enough, sounding a little less didactic (if I may say so) and also more reasonable. Another Hint: Try to reuse images to create a bridge between distant verses and thus hold your poem together in thought and theme. Always keep in mind that you may need the poem to lead your thoughts, as it needs you to be written.
All the Best
Awesome! Awesome!! Awesome!!!
Reminds me of a song by CulchaCandela: "Schöne neue Welt" is handeling exactly this theme. Some people (most people) WILL NOT see what actually happening around them until it is MUCH too late. Makes me go mad every f******* time I think about it. -.-