**This is an earlier work of mine. It, again, deals in negativity. I like the idea of humanity coming close to destruction. Much of my work is about it.
And so the World Burns
And so the world burns,
suffocated in the palm of our hand,
alight with wails of lament,
unheard by the cruel angels above.
And so the world is paralyzed,
frozen by the fear of its own inception,
hushed by the frost of unmaking,
shrouding a savior never to return.
And so the world cries,
their hands grasping vainly at the heavens.
A sky without sympathy,
is scorning the heretics below.
And so the world is hushed,
their fears quieted by a gentle voice.
But all too soon, peace ends,
and an everlasting chaos erupts.
And so the world is muffled,
disgusted by its own barbarism.
What animalistic demon,
would spill the blood of brothers?
And so the world is intoxicated,
by the impossible abandonment of the Gods,
but all the fears come to being,
leaving the pious baffled and scorned.
Thus they fall to their knees,
no solution to their soon ending nightmare,
cursing the Gods they became.
And so, the world burns.
Yes, the world burns, but what comes after?
ReplyDeleteThere is never truly an end, even after the last scene, the play goes on in the minds and imagination of those who viewed it...
So, what happens after the world burns?
I'd like to see a poem based partially on that...
Either way, I like it.
A truly apocalyptic work on the fears of all of humanity that the end is soon upon us. And therefore is relate-able to anyone who reads it!
ReplyDeleteI liked the use of "the world burns" as more of a metaphor as opposed to an actual flame to describe how the world comes to destruction...