An Immortal's Lamment

Where in this wasteland do I decay as I wither blindly?

Cracked lines run along this ancient, rugged column 

As proof of a long forgotten journey. 

Oh my stead...never to rest on peaceful land,

Cursed by burdened years crushing the pillars on which I stand.

Attempting peace within the mayhem that surrounds me,

While falling prey to countless judge and jury, 

I , forgotten and lonely,

Am an ancient relic awaiting rediscovery, 

Now lost in wilderness, 

Darkness. 

I am found, at last, by the world I fear, 

And it comes bearing teeth, 

I surely know its purpose, and intentions become clear, 

My pain, drawing it ever closer,to end my lament.

 Oh my stead...no longer a wonderment,

 Just a teary eyed sentiment, 

And in passing moments caught within a memory. 

Saddened eyes recalling a once felt glory, 

All the things that made existence lovely. 

Now I stand before my final task,

I halt to reminisce,

Remembering in this moment all the things I've come to miss,

I once partook of elegance,

And it seems so short a time before my horrid plunge into this decadence,

Oh my stead...simply no more time,

Death comes before repentance.

A crumbling waste, I fall so easily,

The earth rumbles one last time beneath me, 

It seems quite fitting that I alone endure this tragedy. 

Not for a moment acknowledging fear,

 But instead, I bestow a final gaze upon the stars behind a tear,

Oh my stead, never again to resurrect,

And so the end has come to meet me here...

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

This is very good in my opinion. I don't know much about this form but I can relate to the sentiment and excellent flow. Thank you for sharing.

[johnnyqueer]

Oh, such beautiful words! I love it :D