DecayA Poem by MasonWhat have we done...?
Lush canopies shatter light into shards,
Shards fall on linear paths to form arrays, A landscape portrait of a world that's marred, This world can not repair others' decay. Once flourishing plateaus were filled with life are now deserts suffering from death and strife. Leveled plains scar the face where flesh once was, Skin stripped from niche for parts for cars. Mountains crumble and cave in on themselves, All for one, that one is us, for ourselves. Mighty rivers reduced to trickling streams, Bleeding bark fills these hallowed forests' ranges, This world has lost a vital weapon; dreams. The dreams of determined minds that would change the damage and work done by those deranged. Tormented souls call out to living beings, Their cries fall dead on deafened ears' canals, Blind eyes prevent listeners from seeing. We've lost our home because of foolish greed. No farmers are left to perform the deed; to rid the soul garden of deadly weeds. Now, we fall into despair and bleed.
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7 Reviews Added on May 17, 2010 Last Updated on May 5, 2014 AuthorMasonSomewhere in, GAAboutUsing this platform unpublished while I work out the whole story. -Mason, February 10, 2016 more..Writing
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