Our Drowning World--- Jenna Marie

Our Drowning World

By, Jenna Marie

Here we lay, drowning in tears
of things that will never be.
Choking on our cries as water
slowly continues to rise.

The sharp bang of violence,
the croaking polluted lungs,
the final sighs of nature,
forever pushing it on.

The water is rising and
the heavens are crying,
joining the voices of dying green,
of hurting critters and rumbling stomachs,
persecuted lives and broken teens.

Sometimes we join in their lament,
that ever dissonant keen,
But even as we join their cry,
Here we lay, drowning in tears,

But never building a boat.