Drill #7 (Buried in the ruins)

She stands over the mountaintop, 

Above the clouds of mist, 

Overlooking the world that was once

As majestic as the walls which now crumbles

Beneath her feet. 

The gods had long gone, 

Along with history that has never been written. 

Glittering crystals 

And pristine marbles 

That used to be the pillars of her kingdom, 

Have been defiled, 

Looted by thieves

Who had coveted its beauty. 

From the rubble and remains

Of one of the castle's towers, 

A fading picture of a smiling girl stands out-

Revealing a life once lived, 

And has left. 

For so long she had wanted to come back,

To live within the comforts of her glorious monument. 

She longed to feel the weightlessness of the air,

To gaze at the beauty of the world 

While enjoying the company of silence-

But she could not forget. 

She had not forgotten about the storm 

That wrecked her home, 

And buried her to the ground.

The whipping winds that not even her strong pillars

Could withstand.

She had not forgotten the bitter story 

That the poets ought to write-

Her colorful life, 

Washed away by the onslaught of rains.

She knows that

The storm had long passed-

But she had been a ruin-

And she had not forgot. 

Reviews

[AshGrey]

The emotions are beautifully expressed. And a great imagery.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. :)

[Reshma]

Its a simple beautiful poem. It succeeds in painting the picture of this young girl who had a colorful proud past and a tragic present and how she has outgrown both. The best part is how it manages to relate this girl to every one out there. Every one of us has these two episodes in our life. We all have smiled once and cried later. It just stamps again the importance to outgrow both your happinees and sorrows...
Brilliant work.
Kudos dear :)...

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you for reading. :)