The World Was Still Rotating

The World Was Still Rotating
Some autumn leaves were falling from the trees
While others were travelling through the air.
The wind was still blowing and the sun still shinning.
Dad was crying, mom next to me, holding my hand.

Cars drove through the highway, birds still flying.
Outside people were talking at the phone,
Many others laughing, walking and following routines.

Some relatives with eyes opened wide, shaking,
And some white faces; prayers and weeping I could hear.
No-one cared, no-one knew, just you and your people.

The day your soul was free, the sun was still shinning.
In the moment your heart stopped beating, and when
No more air entered to your lungs; water kept on moving.

No-one cared, no-one knew, who ever cares of strangers?
There, all sitting around you: your people and me.
The day when you died, the world was still rotating.







This is a poem with a structure similar to a sonnet; I just added a verse. I show on it how someone can die and strangers don’t care. They don’t know, they just continue with their lives. A whole family might be devastated with that death, but other people not. And when someone dies, the world is still rotating, things continue being the same around us. The only thing that changes is a feeling inside us, which can be a really big thing! Ok, just that! Death, pain from close people and indifference from others.


Val