The World Continues to Turn

The World Continues to Turn


It is a sunny Tuesday,
the twenty-third of April.
No classes,
so I woke up way past noon.
Thinking about nothing
in particular, just staring into space.

The shrill sound of my phone
ringing, breaks the relaxed silence.




No tears, no sadness.
How should I feel exactly?
What am I supposed to say?
Silence,
stretching for God knows how long.
I don’t even remember
if it was me who cut the call.

I continue staring into nothing.
However, the comfortable calm
is no longer there.
My heart isn’t hurting,
my eyes don’t even sting,
and my mind is a blank slate.
I realize, perhaps, I’m in shock.

I stand up to open the curtains and look
outside. There on the school grounds
right across my apartment were people
playing some kind of ball game.
Tired; but smiling, laughing, enjoying themselves.
It is still very hot, and sunny.


Why?


Why is everything so bright,
and happy, and so very Alive?
It should be raining.
The winds should be howling.
What is wrong with the world?

Then, I realize.
The world doesn’t care.
What does it matter to the whole
world, if one person disappears?
The world will continue as it was,
turning and spinning, and busy…

...40 lines...
Free Verse
I used shades of purple for the words
because it was my grandmother's favorite color.
This is sort of Part One...
I wrote another poem which isn't necessarily a continuation;
but has a relation with this one.
"How to Say Goodbye"