God Was A Fool

the individual died before the moon met with
 the stars and created the beauty of night.
mass waves of self flooded the streets from here
to texas, the elders stood and watched with eyes bleeding.

methane choked out the spring flowers, clouded the
mystic rivers and took over the darkness.
lending a hand to prowling minds.

how long have we been standing facing the wall?
how long can we let our backs go unprotected?
the age of ruin has long since set upon our once holy land.
nazereth.

when did we sacrafice the faun to the blade,
where did the children run to?
 
I sat on a park bench that day, waiting for the hell to rise
up and the heaven to crash down. a colliding of realms.
there was a man i`ve seen before, he stood at my side and whispered to me.

told me of the then, and what will come. his eyes were
the darkest green, woodland green. it seemed to speak to the grass,
or it was only the breeze coming off the coast.

his words reminded me of a song my love used to
sing, as dusk setteled around our skin.
it was that day, the day i last heard her voice sing
out in the half darkness that i knew.

we were doomed from
the begining, a fool could have seen it.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

You are very talented. I really like your poem here .. it speaks to me .. love how you set the story up .. the ending is one we all know .. or many .. love the description of the man who spoke to you and the thought of a song you love used to sing ..' we were doomed from the beginning, a fool could have seen it'.
Certainly original!

Chloe
xoxo