DestroyedA Poem by K.Butler a free verse poem The sky was grey Not a cloudy Or foggy grey But more of a dead grey The pale ashy grey That tints the corpse’s skin Most would think black More of a death colour. But most haven’t seen death. It isn’t black night But grey ash. Life is a fire Vibrant And growing Some warmer than other flames. But the light grows weaker Until only char remains And ash is left. The river was red. Rusty red A mixture of blood And mud it seemed. It swirled around jutting rocks Splashing at the bank. The bottom couldn’t be seen Even in the shallowest parts. But then a branch of the muddy bloody red water split off To a deep pond Pooling Trapped. A wound The escaping river unable to be returned Weakening the river Until the flow stops. The ground was black. A cloudy black Cracking And crumbling Unlike the beauty Held at midnight With the brilliant stars Dotting the blanket of night. The lack of light The black a vacuum as of space With no substance to hold No green Or a splash of colour It stretches across the bare floor Seeming unlimited. It devours all.
© 2016 K.ButlerAuthor's Note
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K.ButlerSpring Valley, OHAboutI am in 10th grade with 2 horses, three siblings, goats and other animals. I play rugby and used to play soccer. I have been writing since 5th grade and can't seem to stop more..Writing
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