When thunder roars across the heavens,
A wild, relentless force unfurls;
Wind howls through forsaken streets,
A dirge sung for a shattered world.
In the clash of nature's fury
And the groan of crumbling stone,
Rusted metal whispers secrets
Of dreams decayed and hope overthrown.
Each echo is a raw testament,
A note in the song of fate,
Where the pulse of ruin fills the air
And decay gnaws at destiny's gate.
Listen to the symphony of despair,
The Raw, relentless aria of night -
Nature and Ruin intertwined,
Bearing sorrow in every sound's plight.
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Author:
The Inner Lens (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There was a time when this poem stirred something deep within me. Its words painted a bleak, pessimistic picture of the world—a mirror reflecting just how far I had strayed from the hope and dreams that God once set in my life.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem of straying from an initial path and feelings of destruction and sorrow. Well written
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