The World is Closed

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By Jane Hyphen

Mon, 17 Nov 2025
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The world is closed now

Don’t come    

Last orders were called

But still you ordered more

As if there was no tomorrow

And there wasn’t

You’ve had a skinfull

And you’re sick

 

Hot ashes in the bin

Quietly smouldering 

You were too busy

To notice, always

Rushing to the next thing

On your little screen

As it melted right through you

 

Something’s burning

Can’t you smell it?

 

It’s not safe to swim here

The water is toxic

And the sea is tangled

With everything you ever wanted

It’s everywhere

Seeping into your lungs

Soaking through your veins

You’re sweating it out

Poison, I can taste it

 

There are big problems here

But who has the nerve

To leave this game unfinished?

 

It’s too loud

Turn it down

And it’s too bright

Don’t come, there are too many

Already, 

The roads are backed up

And we’ve run out of everything

There must be a way to make more

And make it faster

So we can burn quicker

 

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Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

And the sea is tangled
With everything you ever wanted

brilliant line - well done

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you, insert smiley

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Your imagination is, as always,  superb, Jane. Ano ther god one to ad to your collection.

Best, Luigi x

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you for reading Luigi. I really appreciate your comment xx

 

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Submitted by Turlough on

Brilliant! These are powerful words Jane, and depressing, but also true. And what's equally depressing is the fact that so many of us don't see that there is a problem, or we just choose to ignore it.

Good on you for sharing your thoughts.

Turlough

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you Turlough. We are wrapped up in our little worlds I suppose. It's like there are two parallel universes, one where we catastrophise over the state of the environment and one where everything carries on as normal to maintain the economy (or some even making a fortune from the looming environmental emergency). 

Thank you for your comment.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Incredibly great poem. Well Done

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you, Di x

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Bring back the olden days. A sharp, gloom of a piece. Sometimes we need shards to hurt us, to see clearly! Hello Jane.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you, Vera. On many levels, the 'olden days' seem very appealing but we see it through rose coloured spectacles don't we. Exactly, how do we see clearly through all the noise?