Gone

• Hurt Pours, Pain Builds...Anger Thrives
  Agony Blooms In Waiting Hours
  In Ticking Minutes
  Sand Stretches Furthur on;
  Sifting gently, Slamming Mercilessly.
  We are glass.
  Falling, Cracking...Shattering.
  Frosted Glass.
  No one can see the Monsters which lurk within
  Nor The Child Who Pleads
  Begs the World to Save, to See, To Care.
  We Slip, Fall, Fade before Life's calm yet 
  Mocking, Insolent, Indifferent face.
  Claws of the Beast Ravage Innocent Flesh.
  Tearing From Within. Breaking Apart. Life.
  Smiles Fracture. Fade. Dissappear.
  Never to Return.
  Life is evanesced.
  Gone.

 

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

Very well written and expressed.. the mood is strong and captivating!
And really like the presentation.

[MiidniightSoul]

Such a beautiful and powerful poem. Your word choice is just amazing for example I've never heard "evanesced" before xD. Wonderful poem.

You used great language to strengthen your imagery here. I especially liked the description of the frosted glass and the monsters within.
This is a really good piece, very honest and enjoyable :)

[MoonlightIce]

Wow,I love it!Very well done

[deeps]

This is such a truthful, powerful write. I like what you said.