Souls Of The Dying Lands

Passionless souls 

Invoke a disarming mind 

Suffocation needs no warning 

As a brutal force 

Takes hold 

Lack of empathy 

Turns apathetic 

Apologetic 

Cities lined with dust 

Apocalypse of the Ancient world 

Seeks new retribution

As undecided calm 

Can create from the 

Army of the dead 

A desolate wasteland 

Screams for humanity 

Lost in a flame 

Of solitude 

And degradation 

Migrating past 

Where evil birds fly 

To a distant land 

To occupy 

The world at large 

Messy and incoherent 

As the silence deafens 

All who wander aimlessly 

A catapult of ideas 

Is thrown off the tower 

I stand before a 

Monument 

Ravaged by scars 

Trepidation of destruction 

Carries a floating paper boat 

Off which I step into 

The absolute 

Saviour come down 

Upon the earth

Let it rid us of cruelty 

Rainbow swift 

And coloured bright

Tangible existence

Can be made real

But not in this life 

   

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of description. Each line adding to a larger picture. I liked the flow of thoughts leading to very good ending. I love myth and tale. You left me with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[NKM577]

There hasn't been this much rampant destruction since the Meat Puppets went from Hardcore Punk to Hardcore/Country/Psychedelic Punk.