Doomsday

I will let you read and decide yourselves.

Life takes turns so sharp

Pious songs from poisoned harp.

Prayers are often left unheard

Curtained eyes when he shot the bird.

Rivers flow water so dour

A minute of hatred turns into an hour.

Cushioned legs are caressed 

Where weak have no bed.

Wisdom turned into folly

When faith turned jolly.

Hope walked and met despair

Theism rose to fight the fear.

This God remains one phenomenon unknown

Even after they harvested their sown.

A part of the whole trying to individualize

When even the whole, for reason, cries.

Shattered glass breaks no more

This is when it's the stronger most.

Bloodshot eyes yearning for attention

This is doom, didn't I mention?

Author's Note

I don't know why I called it Doomsday, I think it's just perfect title.

Reviews

[Zizzy Douglas]

yea...it is a fiting title............................u guessd life all right!

[Mehak Mushtaq]

Thank you Sir Tyc. :)

[Zizzy Douglas]

welcum honey....

[David Scott]

I think your onto something here.
Loved the concept and a good bit of the word play.
A base hit for sure. Not a home run though. Could be tweaked up to a double or triple with some finesse.

[quinfinn]

sounds rather final and fatal to me so, yes, i like the working title. well done!

[Jack...]

Dark and lonely but nicely penned. Good job.

[Mehak Mushtaq]

Thank you. :)