My State Of Disrepair

A rabid,

Insatiable flame.

Time,

Also known as

Life,

Devours and turns to

Ash

That which we strive

To achieve.

An unstoppable current

That rusts

And erodes

All we have accomplished.

We attempt to

Mitigate

The damage

With constant repairs,

Polishings,

Repaintings:

The never ending

Maintenance of

Our pitiful

Existence.

But no matter what

We create,

Regardless of how far

From its natural

State we twist

The Earth,

Our structures,

Cities,

Nations,

And bodies

Will all be

Weathered 

Into nonexistence.

We require

A challenge:

An eternal

Impossible

Task to complete.

In that search,

We have succeeded.

Author's Note

Not my best; it's a bit disjointed, but that's because I wrote it after I got off work in the early hours of the morning :p
That's my disclaimer, but still be generous with your criticisms :)

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

Excellent poem.. great imagery..

[FJ Davis]

Striving against imperfection; making order of chaos--struggle is purpose.
You've expressed it all, here, Ben--brilliantly--like the gifted poet that you are. You've always known these foundational truths.
Beautifully done.

[Poeticadia]

The self-perpetuating cycle civilisaton has created for itself in striving to progress. And when it comes to it... it can all be destroyed in an instant. But, as you say, maybe:

We require
A challenge:
An eternal
Impossible
Task to complete.

I particularly like the way the short lines create the rhythm of a wheel churning round or maybe its an 'unstoppable current' tumbling down the page.

Don't be to hard on yourself, I like this, I like its flow. time,life is so evenly matched. I get where you are coming from.

[Audrey Howitt]

I like your use of language and your rhythm. It seems too long or has too much going on in it---maybe???