Upon the Ground

Just a simple poem.

Upon The Ground

Walk through the world, wondrous sights of glory

Skyscrapers and towers, reach towards the heavens

Monuments and gardens, relics of ages passed

Treasures to be discovered, still I hear silent cries in the night.

Broken promises and dreams, tears upon the lashes

Simple things, a warm embrace, a precious kiss

Hand held gently, every morning love's promise renewed

Darkness in its place, no compassion can be found.

My foot brushes something soft and small as I pass

A slow careful step, I wish I had not looked down

The horror reflected in my eyes, twisted like a knife

Broken and abused, hearts upon the ground.

Bleeding hopes and dreams, played with like toys

Spurned and burned, betrayed and torn from the breast

The sheer number staggering, all trampled into the dust

Another of man's wonders, anger, rage, and heartlessness.

Pick one up gently, hear her silent croon

The agony of love's betrayal, a festering wound

Trusted implicitly, invested her future dreams

Love's one way street, callous laughter at its end.

Another's cry invades my ears, fresh wounds inflicted

Monstrous abuse, wicked betrayal of innocence

Selfish desire's target, hated hunter of weaker prey

Child without a shield, another victim of Man.

There are so many, lost, innocent, and forgotten

I see another hated hunter, pain is his goal

Offering comfort in one hand, ready to strike with the other

Another cry echoes loud, malicious satisfaction.

Gut wrenching scream, knocks me to the ground

Piercing howl of anguish, abruptly silenced

A heart beat stops, and turns to ashes

Close my eyes to the truth, true Winter's knock.

The reality of truth, difficult to see, and accept

A shadow lifts, and I see what I missed

Something familiar, a hollow sound deep within

Its not new, its been there all along

My own heart, empty and broken, laying Upon the Ground.

Author's Note

I wrote this a few weeks ago, and felt it at the time. I was in a melancholy mood and had this on my mind.

Reviews

[Silent Serenity also kn..]

Words spoken for so many out there, even though it's your words you speak for the lost, the hurt, the survivors....heart sank with each word of truth and each line captured me but this line most of all "Child without a shield, another victim of Man."

You may not be able to ease the pain for them all but at least with your writings you can make sure they are never forgotten and you will be our voices whispering in the wind...you can rescue them by spreading the word that abuse of any kind is not acceptable whether they are children, or teens, or young adults, or even aging ones .... thank you for another incredible writing of a topic that is delicate and unfortunately still continuing

[Solitary Traveler]

Thank you, Raven. I have many friends that have endured such things, and each stanza is inspired by these events. As long as I hear these stories, I will keep writing for the heart broken, and revealing the monsters among us.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

first we see it happening to others...and then we become those same broken dreams that others bump into with their toes as they walk through life.

the melancholy is strong in this poem.

maybe simple in a way...but the emotions are complex.

[Solitary Traveler]

Thank you, Jacob.

[Sami Khalil]

Very emotive and heartfelt. Thank you for sharing your humanity...:)...........................

[Solitary Traveler]

Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..............

[MsJewel]

You write with depth and emotion my friend. I could feel the frustration in your words.
The reality of truth, difficult to see, and accept
Too many hearts, too much pain to ease alone
My hands too small, can't spread my arms wide enough
I can't stop another heart from hurting, from breaking
Or from falling, shattered upon the ground.

Great writing!
:) Julie

[Solitary Traveler]

Thank you, Julie. As you have read, I have a few subjects that are precious to me.