A Toxic Contamination
Background information:
This poem was actually an unfinished one that I wrote back in late 2020. It was based on a combination of words that are turned into a story of a person originally being in the dark. With this rewritten version, I have created it for this “toxic contamination” to be an event or substance that has been ignored and is now attacking everyone that has been involved. It could be global warming, covid-19, neglected neighborhoods, anything that could come to mind. This poem could go to any interpretation. Whether it’s the first original plan or what it is now.
Drop, drop, drop;
they’re falling down all in a hurry.
Falling to get where they want
what they desired.
Splash, splash, splash.
They hit oh so softly, but it felt like a bang;
a bang that screams like a drum.
Blop, blop, blop.
As soon as they hit, the agonizing burn increases.
Toxic contamination.
Making it crumble and shrivel
until the petals were nothing by dry;
until they’re nothing but dust.
Oh, how it burns;
how it burns like hellfire.
Oh, how it aches.
The fire surrounded everywhere, never leaving it alone.
They see it crumble, but don’t know why it’s crumbling
don’t know why the droplets approached it,
don’t know why it burns like fire,
don’t know why it’s contaminated,
don’t know why the pain isn’t fading away.
Poof!
It washed away,
and it was reborn, once again
as it blossomed into life.
Just like that, the burns danced away with the air
as if it never approached
nor contaminated it with
its harmful juices and ways.
The petals began to grow and glitter
as it embraces the sunlight and the cleanliness of the air.
Hoping,
wishing,
praying
that this happiness could remain for all of eternity.
That’ll grow for an infinite amount
of time to be true
Let time be paused so this moment can be
savored.
Don’t let it be a memory for it to be
remembered.
Swish, swish, swish;
the wind seems to be singing.
No, wait,
warning;
Yelling, perhaps
of the misfortune that is once again emerging.
Then, drop, drop,
they’re diving from the clouds,
prepared to rain on the parade
without a single care in the world.
Splash, splash, splash;
they’re hitting on the petals once again
as the acid burns it away.
It withers
like the others in the garden wither along.
They are all being crumbled and
contaminated by the negatives.
Confused as to why this has come to be.
When in reality,
they were the cause of this “fantasy” all along.
Ignoring the toxic contamination
was the warning after all.
SOURCES
[1] https://www.fairwarning.org/2017/02/novel-way-dealing-toxic-waste/