A Memory

The burning sun dips behind the buildings

That blur my view.

They stand, strong sentinels,

Soldiers from another time.

Heavy with rust,

Bowing with age,

Yet their proud necks extend

Stretching tall toward the Heavens,

Regaling another far off time.

An epoch when the world still,

Flourished.

Before the insect-like destruction.

The tears coursing down my cheeks,

They are memories.

Stories and tales of my beautiful world

Before it slipped through my grasp

Like water in cupped hands.

I mourn my loss

And your loss.

The epitaph of the world reads:

Silence. 

Illegibly carved onto the backs

Of those who walk her surface

And for now, we all choose to ignore it.

Reviews

[Ashli The Amazing]

breathtakingly beautiful [: loved it

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Stories and tales of my beautiful world
Before it slipped through my grasp
Like water in cupped hands.

I liked these words here, This is one amazing write.
I can feel the emotions pour out!

[TJ]

wow, jenna. what a deep and beautifully crafted piece

"Yet their proud necks extend
Stretching tall toward the Heavens,
Regaling another far off time.
An epoch when the world still,
Flourished."

a tale of a world that once was, looking back on the ruins of natural beauty from an age of respect that we have no last. Great write!

[Review]

Nice word choice.
Keep writing!
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