Aa Harvey

Ash

Ash

 

 

Existence has turned into ash.

 

The day has become night,

There are no stars in the sky

And the chapel rings no sound at all.

Everything is sad in my world.

 

 

The haunting voice of the man with the scythe;

There is no light in these darkest of times.

No butterflies; only flies.

The train slowly rolls along the lines.

 

 

No people to be seen;

Is this all a bad dream?

Or a place where I have nowhere else to go?

I am left hopeless without my hope.

 

 

There is smoke in the air;

The smell sinks into my lungs.

No radio message; no song to be sung.

Just a requiem written on a wall;

Graffiti art spells out ‘A lifetime is so short.’

 

 

When I think of my time, just a second in creation;

Another second of life, a final second and then an ocean,

Where all is sinking away.

Everything is lost to never be seen again.

 

 

At the bottom of this ocean there are only bones,

Of those who sailed; they never made it home.

Princes and pirates;

Novices and navigators.

None know the answers;

Nobody to say see you later.

 

In the end all things they must go…

 

 

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.