Ruins

I think everyone has felt this way at least once.

 I wander between the buildings and down the deserted street
Everything I once held dear is now dust beneath my feet.
The towers of my pride have come tumbling down.
The skyscrapers that seemed to touch the very crown
Of heaven now lie in the tomb of forgotten rubble;
Reflecting my pain and proving my trouble.
As I step by the burned bridges of friendships past
I wonder at how I thought they would last.
The wasteland that is my soul stretches far and wide
It shouts and screams of everything that I've tried so hard to hide.
But it is not the end of me for hope is ever near
It calls out into the dust waiting for me to hear.
And then when I finally listen to its beckon
I'll take a deep breath and begin to rebuild the soul that was stricken.


 

Reviews

[Nao Deguchi]

I could sense the atmoshpere of your description

"The skyscrapers that seemed to touch the very crown"

"As I step by the burned bridges of friendships past"

You and I, we think alike.