Conscience fading,
As if it was sinking,
But in all reality, it is drowning,
As the flood keeps rising,
Slowly declining,
Efforts keep dying,
Pollution keeps rising,
As the mind becomes inactive,
Thoughts become passive,
Slowly decaying,
Opportunities dispersing,
The grasp keeps diminishing,
As the flood keeps rising,
Slowly, but not surely,
Survival, while not imminent,
Reached by the persistent,
Can be accomplished,
And if so, barely,
If not, become abolished,
And keep on falling,
Inside the flood that keeps on rising,
Decisions, while little,
Are ignored, and belittled
And left without dismissal,
By minds closed in refusal,
As resting becomes usual,
Resisting becomes exhausting,
And negligence becomes relaxing,
In the flood that keeps on rising.
By: Jan M. Ramos