The rain falls from clouds of misery
Painting the world in mists of agony
Creating oceans of darkening decay
The world is lost under skies of fate
Slowly the world drowns in it’s fears
As each day passes, so do the years
Holding corpses of the ones they held dear
In shades of gray, they shed their crimson tears
The plague spreads with fires of torment
One by one, more fall to regret
Too many to bury, they cremate and neglect
The depression builds, it snaps, pain becomes too immense
They charge at its heart, severing arteries
They break it's walls, shattering its memories
Stabbing and tearing, they kill treachery
As everything crumbles, so do the centuries
Now all is quiet, the world laid to waste
So it can all be rebuilt, in a land of peace
Men, women and children, all has been torn and broken
To break them away, to show what couldn't be spoken
Hand in hand, they walk from a war of regret
A world so cold and empty, all must be rebuilt
For they couldn't take anymore of this pain and neglect
All had to perish, to free the lives of the oppressed
- Author: P.X. Vexxus ( Offline)
- Published: July 1st, 2017 02:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Torment [June 8, 2016] A story about the similarities of war and plague, and how both destroy the lives of everyone involved.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
Comments1
Strong poem, P.X.! Let's hope our species wakes up before your vision of the apocalypse occurs.
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