Shipwrecked Earth

In  by November 24, 2023
You look to me 
With bloodshot eyes.
You look to me
Through opaque, plastic lenses
For help,
But I can’t help 
But feel helpless.
I can’t help
But try, fearing
You are doomed.
I fear my help 
Won’t make difference enough,
No matter how hard I try,
And so I pick up 
The broken pieces of you
And make a garden
In my own yard.
The wind blows dust 
In waves like swelling seawater,
And you, the shipwrecked earth, 
Slip silently into the depths.

Copyright © 2023 Wade Thiel

Feature image credit:

Katrina Archer composite from Depositphotos images

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Wade Thiel

Wade Thiel is a writer who lives in Indianapolis, Indiana. His journalism has appeared in various publications including, Outdoor Life Magazine, Money, RV Magazine, Web Bike World, and others. His fiction and poetry have appeared in the Tipton Poetry Review, Etchings, Polk Street Review, The Good Men Project, and elsewhere. You can reach him at www.wadethiel.com.

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