What happened to us?
We were gods and goddesses,
We were golden like the sun,
We were radiant as the moon.
Lost are the glorious days
That reigned supreme long ago.
The lyre, with plucked strings,
Plays its sad, tortured tune.
Comedic is the eternal tragedy,
Where tears of laughter and pain
Mix like water and concrete,
Weighing down on one’s soul.
Love’s been mortally wounded.
Tattered is the broken heart
That ceases to beat within
The hollowed, cavernous abyss.
The days roll, season to season,
The earth’s oblivious to suffering.
Injured pride creates pain
And pain hardens the innocent.
Out of the fear of repetition
Comes the resolve of avoidance,
Leading the innocent to war
Where innocence is forever lost.
The battlefield lies desolate,
The carcasses lie in dead stillness.
With no hope of resurrection
Death eternal is omnipotent.
The golden days are missed.
The days of profound joy
Are sorely and hopelessly missed;
The agony of the word: Nevermore.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2017 10:53
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
What a wonderful emotive write.
Thank you!
Nevermore, the raven of death, closes your austere vision of war and death.Wonderfully presented as the world's loss of innocence, with war as the catalyst, you speak in truth about the loss of love among the peoples of this Earth. I do however hold out hope for the future, and I see a bright and shining place where mankind is governed universally and all are treated equally. Loved your poem. - Phil A.
I am glad you hold out hope. While the poem does not express hope (as this world can often seem so hopeless) I hold out for it too! Thank you so much for reading it and for your feedback!!!
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