Literature
Ruins
My head is
bent in sorrow and
aches with agonizing pain.
Images of the daily horrors
of this world are embedded
deep within my brain.
Shall it never pass?
Should it all be ignored?
My visions of honor, valor
and virtue have fallen
into a pit
Only to be crushed
beneath a hardening tomb
of earth and shattered memory.
My heart has grown weary
It strains and torments me
with every beat.
A flash of lives that frolicked
unaware or unconcerned of
the impending storms
Beneath monstrous
gray clouds set to
explode
When it’s all extinguished
Who will be left to remember?
Perhaps there will come a gentle
rain that will awaken us from our
slumber and cleanse us of the dust
and decay.
