Poem #8: Ruin
#8 of Poetry
My first poem, this is about how ruin is all around the world, especially in humanity and in nature. Nature cannot be stopped, nor is there a cause; yet there is also no reason for the ruin of humanity, and that humans don't just shape their own destiny, but also decide the fate of life itself.
Ruin
Deceit, sorrow, grief and pain, Death, hate, with nothing to gain These are the friends, and many faces, Of Ruin; forever walking in its place.
When the blasts come, and destruction falls, A fatal rain will follow For many die, and life fails To continue on, like their fellows. With bitter destruction And unforgiving chaos, Comes the peoples' rebellion And their mindless thoughts They go to waste On such bitter regret And with such haste They wish to forget. Such horrible misdeeds Should not go unpunished; Yet they do, the deeds No one won; only the vanquished Live on. For when there is so much ruin Hope just flies away Never to return again.
To the wandering lost And the hapless souls Happiness is a cost To which they never be whole. For happiness is a lie, To be consoled a disgrace. With ruin, we get by: Leaving sorrow in its place. For eternity, it resides And day by day, we get by.
The flames, they quicken They rush to feast And with this a forest Comes to its end; with death it meets.
An unforgiving ocean, with unbiased notion Sweeps away all of those Who pray for forgiveness And receive none. For the waves clear all life As the winds drown out the cries Although no one was there anyways And after the wind and rain Clear the mess, There is no one to witness The ruin left in its wake.
With more ruin, the earth crumbles Just as it might quake Tranquility shatters, and the sky tumbles Hell, it seems, awakes To call forth its work Its ruin.
The deadly winds of deadly skies They churn and spin With hot and cold; and cold and warm Comes the devil's grin. The cries of most, are heard nevermore Never dying are their screams Always to be haunting forevermore The innermost of our dreams. The land is torn; the earth been ravaged The sacred thing is gone. The deadly wind had been so savage As it carried ruin along.
The ruins of nature, an unjust cause Caused, by nothing at all. But the ruins of men are the ruins of all And with this ruin, the world shall fall.
~bhscorch
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