Terra's final battleA Poem by ThomasIt started out as free verse, but I can't break from structure for the life of me...What time is it now? When did I wake? The days seem so short now That the envious moon has taken Over the world I once ruled When days were long. The sun shone On the briny beaches in The kingdom I once owned Before the anger of the earth Toppled worlds to the ground That once could have shown us What was lost could be found If the pages of numbered words Could be heard in the sea Of every coulda, shoulda, hadda, Probably, wouldda, and might-be. Gone is the age of innocence, The days of hide and seek, This sandbox called a desert Has been abandoned for the meek Insubordinate reality called life Whose thorny relief provides Harsh and bitter comfort For those who have died In Terra's final battle Those many years ago And the residual after-effect Is only starting to flow From streams of ink and emotion Onto contracts sure and strong That make me rub my eyes And examine all of the wrong Words that I bled out While I was still asleep. Now, no cow can think of Ever taking a leap In the eternal night that has Extinguished the eyes of those Who were smarter, brighter, and stronger, But now focus on the woes That besot their timid lives now As they let the world pass by. Crop circles now make contact But no one wonders why The jaded form of youth Has colored on the only wall That is left as a memorial For those who took the fall: To the trees in distant worlds To the rocks in far away lands To the souls of other humans Who now take it in their hands To take granted what was given And destroy their gift of love Forever. Hark, for the gods, Who watch from high above, Are consorting with mother earth And with old father time In an old stone arena About what's rightfully mine. "What happens next," you ask "In your life I call a show?" The war continues to wage And only father time would know What's up must sometime come down But what falls will eventually rise And that's come to be known As my lifes ebbs and tides That you find so entertaining While I silently weep With my eyes wide shut Wishing I could go back to sleep. © 2009 Thomas |
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Added on January 2, 2009 AuthorThomasUpper Perkiomen, PAAboutI'm just your average 23 year old writer, trying to make a name in the world for himself. more..Writing
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