[ The Dreaded Parable ]

Despair in your life

Came a little premature

But what you gonna do

When things come unearthed

You just sift right through the rubble

Trying to find the treasure

Searching for meaning

When things are disturbed

For there’s a whole lot to learn

From the ashes and remnants

With your structures destroyed

As you just dwell without pleasance

Destruction an art

That never asks your acceptance

To catch the truest emotion

And expose your dependence

Just a drop in the bucket

Of an ocean of pain

And not one man alive

Holds a measure to claim

For the waves and the tides

Will rise and refrain

And life will continue

No matter how bad it rains

So when the dam breaks

And the lands are all flooding

And you think to yourself

That you’re left with nothing

Frail and exposed

In a fashion so grudging

Know the waters will drain

To bring a flower’s new budding

And life will be grand

And all will seem well

When hope is restored

And remains there to dwell

And the tales we will tell

Of our time in hell

Where once we cried

We’ll but laugh, as compelled

And slowly but surely

Our memories will fade

We’ll forget of the pain

How it once portrayed

How it felt like the end

That dwelling of shame

And we’ll start to rebuild

The same walls we were claimed

And the flowers will bud

But then so too the weeds

And our comforts won’t afford us

At all but to greeds

And vain we will live

Taking no heed

While stretching all meaning

For things we’ve no need

And the cracks of foundation

Will slowly start to spread

And blinded in vanity

We’ll not raise our head

Ignoring the past

All the same once again

Until we feel the same loss

And dwell in the same dread

© GaratheDen

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